12/27 "You're nervous." "Like you was in town today," jeered Calumet. "I ain't admittin' that I was any nervous." "Scared of the dark, then," said Calumet. "You left town a whole lot punctual." "Well," sneered Taggart; "mebbe I ain't much on the shoot. I don't play any man's game but my own." "You're right," mocked Calumet; "you don't play no man's game. A man's game--" He raised his head a trifle and a bullet sang past it, flattened itself against the rock behind him, cutting short his speech and his humor at the same instant. |