"It's because I ain't a sneak an' a murderer.
I ain't ambushin' nobody.

I've done some killin' in my time, but I ain't never plugged no man who didn't have the same chance I had.

I'm givin' you a chance." He drew out one of the weapons he had taken from the two men, holding it by the muzzle and thrusting it under Neal's nose.

The terrible, suppressed rage in his eyes caused a shiver to run over Neal, his face turned a dull white, his eyes stared fearfully.

He made no move to grasp the weapon.
"I ain't fightin'," he said with trembling lips.
Calumet reversed the gun and stepped back, laughing harshly, without mirth.
"Of course you ain't fightin'," he said.