“You’re tough, Brand. I sure
as hell hope you’re tough enough!”
BRAND OF THE BORDER
“Hold it right there, you!”
Brand kept on walking. Pearce stiffened, then slid one hand around his back toward the knife Brand knew would be sheathed there. Reynolds dropped a thumb into his cartridge belt, flexing his wide shoulders.
“One more chance,” Pearce grated. “Stop right there!”
Brand walked right up to the two men who were utterly confounded by his fearless approach. Only when it seemed as if he would cannon into them did the rancher come to a stop and rake them both with his bleak eyes.
“This is a wide street,” he said quietly, “and you two had plenty of room. So did I. Now we’re crowding each other . . . and I sure don’t aim to step around you.”