"You have a gun there in your holster. Can you use it?"
"Yes."
"Try it."
It was a thirty-two, a woman's light weapon. She took it out and balanced it in her hand.
"The blue rock down the hillside. Let me see you chip it."
Her hand went up, and without pausing to sight along the barrel, she fired; fire flew from the rock, and there appeared a white, small scar. Donnegan sighed with relief.
"If you squeezed the butt rather than pulled the trigger," he commented, "you would have made a bull's-eye that time. Now, I don't mean that in any likelihood you'll have to defend yourself. I simply want you to be aware that there's plenty of trouble around The Corner."
"Yes," said the girl.
"You're not afraid?"
"Oh, no."