Harder to hit than a turkey runnin' crossways." This facetious speaker was the evil-visaged, sardonic Somers.

He carried two rifles and wore two belts of cartridges.
"Ellen, shore y'u ain't so daid white as y'u was," observed Colter, and he chucked her under the chin with familiar hand.

"Set down heah.

I don't want y'u stoppin' any bullets.

An' there's no tellin'." Ellen was glad to comply with his wish.