Silver unfastened the remaining rope, and she got to her feet, backing away from him.
“Now I’ve got you,” she said hoarsely.
“Looks thataway,” he said slowly. “I hope yuh know that trigger only pulls about a pound.”
“I am not interested in trigger pulls, Mr. Silver.”
“Possibly not. I am.”
June picked up the loose rope with her left hand, keeping an eye on Silver, and then motioned for him to precede her out of the cabin. He made no objection, but his eyes were just a little curious.
June tossed him the looped end of the rope.
“Put it around your neck,” she ordered.
He shut his lips tightly and studied her intently. She had the gun at her hip now, and the hammer was still cocked. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled thinly.
“Single-handed lynchin’?” he asked.