This town can do all right
without you leading it by the nose!
CHEROKEE IS COMING!
“Well, gents,” he said, “if I’m dying, I don’t have a helluva lot to fear from you, do I? I mean, I’m dying anyway, right?”
Platt pushed the blade closer and Cherokee began to squirm as he felt the heat sting his eyes.
Platt smiled unpleasantly.
“There’s good and bad ways to go,” he said. “Mebbe you’d like to see what one of your own eyeballs looks like, eh, Cherokee? Or mebbe some other parts? I can surely oblige . . .”