Stenn stood absolutely motionless. He was still wearing his mild expression.
"Not a chance, mug," the gunny said softly. No one moved.
"Even if you're ready to gun your way through your pal, I can't miss. Better settle for a draw."
"Maxy don't like draws, mister."
"Stenn," I said. "Get in the T-Bird. Head back the way we came, and don't slow down to read any billboards."
Stenn didn't move.
"Get going," I said. "Slim won't shoot."
"I employed you," Stenn said, "to take care of the heroics."
"If you've got any better ideas it's time to speak up, Stenn. This is your only out, the way I see it."