Different with you." "How different ?" "Straight up.

Anybody that lives around Betty Clayton's got to be." Calumet looked at him with a crooked smile.

"I reckon," he said, "that you don't know any more about women than I do.

So-long," he added.

He went into the "Chance" saloon, leaving the sheriff looking after him with a queer smile.
Ten minutes later when Calumet came out of the saloon the sheriff was nowhere in sight.
Calumet went over to where his wagon stood and, concealed behind it, took a six-shooter from under his shirt at the waistband and placed it carefully in a sling under the right side of his vest.