DANIELS AND DONALD MEET
day ye ever saw, but I'm goin' ter die hatin' ye. I don't want ter be no friend. I come yere ter ask ther gal a question, an' now I'm goin'. I reckon yer kin kill me first if yer want ter, fer I ain't got a weapon on me, but I'm sure goin' out thet door dead or alive."
I saw Donald take one step backward, his lips compressed, his hand falling to the butt of his revolver. Jean swept between us, her fingers clasping his arm, and then Daniels walked out, not a muscle of his grim face acknowledging our presence.
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