"Killer, you mean, I reckon. You're a hired assassin, brought in to shoot me. That's what you are."
"No."
"Yes. The man we want came into this gulch, not three minutes ahead of us. If you're not the man, where is he?"
"I haven't got him in my vest pocket."
"I reckon you've got him right there in your coat and pants."
"I ain't so dead sure, Buck," spoke up Pesky. "We didn't see the man so as to know him."
"Riding a roan, wasn't he?" snapped the owner of the Twin Star outfit.
"Looked that way," admitted the cowpuncher.
"Well, then?"
"Keller! Why, that's the name given by the rustler who broke away from us two weeks ago," Curly spoke out.