"I can put a bullet through you, Yuma, the next time you look out from behind that rock to fire at me. I don't want to do it. I don't even want to shoot your gun away, because I may need your help. I don't want your gun hand wounded. Now come out!"
Yuma's voice came from behind the rocks. "Next time I fire," he shouted, "I'll shoot tuh kill. Heaven help me, stranger, I don't want tuh do that, but I swear I'll have tuh. It's you or me, an' it's not goin' tuh be me."
"I'm waiting for you," the Lone Ranger replied.
"If yuh don't turn back when I count three, I'll fire."
Yuma started counting slowly. "One ... two ..." And then a pause. "Fer the love of Heaven, turn back."
"I'm still waiting, Yuma."
"God knows, yuh asked fer it." Yuma shouted, "Three!" and then leaped out from behind the rock and fired.
