WHO SHOT THE BIG FELLER?
“For our fight to the death.”
Lennox flinched. Then he tapped his holster, made sure of his gun, and smiled crookedly.
“That’s interesting. Any particular reason?”
“You shot my uncle, Sam Hawthorn. He ain’t much but he took me in when no one else would. I figure on paying him back with you.”
Lennox shook his head sadly. “Son, you’re making a mistake. When my nerves ain’t jangled, there isn’t a man alive who can best me in a draw. And I’m calm as hell this minute.”
“I’ll take my chances,” said Big Kelly.