“Scared you, did I?” he said.
“I don’t care to have a pistol pointed at me.”
“No, I suppose not, nor a gun either,” with another laugh.
“What do you want here?”
“I told you I’d come to get square with you.”
“What do you intend to do?”
“Anybody here with you?”
“None of your business!”
“Hold up there!”
And again the weapon was pointed at my head.