That stink is the
smell of your goose cookin’!
SEE YOU IN HELL!
“Listen, you small-time son of a bitch, I’m the biggest rancher in this county—”
“And the greediest, from what I hear.”
Hollister’s hand dropped to his gunbutt and both men were surprised to hear the loud click of a gun being cocked on the porch. Chase turned and Hollister looked over the top of his head. Lucy Starr stood on the steps, a carbine in both her hands. The way she held it, it was obvious she knew how to use it.
“No need for that, Abe,” Lucy said in a steady voice. “Chase may sound tough but he’s still a sick man, whether he believes it or not. So don’t be such a bully.”
“How about you try not to be such an interferin’ bitch?”