"Shut up!" he said. "Don't talk damned foolishness!"
"He was choking you," Garland cried. "Somebody used a gun. The room's full of powder smoke."
"If you don't like smoke the air's good outside," Turkey told him.
Angus stared at his young brother in amazement. He had expected denunciation.
"This isn't your put in—any of you," Turkey declared.
"But—"
"But—nothing!" Turkey snapped. "Mind your own business, can't you! Who asked you to horn in?"
Gerald grinned, a certain admiration in his lazy eyes.
"All right, Turkey, I get you completely. See you later. Come on, boys."
When the door closed behind them Turkey dropped into a chair, shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at his brother.