"Plenty of time for you to be hung yet," admitted Bill. "Felix, old settler, that gun of yours is pointing right at me. Is it easy on the trigger?"
"Mighty easy," said Felix Craft, altering slightly the angle of the weapon's barrel.
Billy hitched himself up to a sitting position. By means of the bed's two pillows he made himself comfortable against the wall.
"You spoke of some business," he said. "Le's hear it."
Tip cleared his throat. "It ain't much. All we want is for you to leave us alone."
"Seems to me you asked me something like that before," mused Billy.
"And your answer was unsatisfactory."
"What kind of an answer did you expect?"
"We expected you'd be a sensible man, the sort of feller who wouldn't throw down his friends."
"You said that before, too."