The Man from Bar-20
"What you think yo're doin'?" inquired a calm voice behind him.
He wheeled and saw a man regarding him with level gaze, and across the street was a second, who sat on one horse and held fast to another.
"Tryin' to get in for a treat," grinned Johnny, full of laughter. "Had a spat with Pop an' Charley, an' cussed if they ain't locked me out!"
The stranger showed no answering smile. "That so?" he sneered. "Reckon you better come along with me, 'round front, till I hears what Hayes has to say about it. I don't believe he's home."
Johnny's expression changed from a careless grin to an ominous frown. "If you do any walkin' you'll do it alone."
Several people had been drawn to the scene and took in the proceedings with eager eyes and ears, but were careful to keep to one side. Jim Ackerman had a reputation which made such a location very much a part of discretion; and the two-gun man had been well discussed by Pop.
"I finds you tryin' a man's window," said Ackerman. "So I stopped to ask about it. As long as I've took this much trouble I'll go through with it. You comin' peaceful, or must I drag you around?"
"Mebby that's a job you'd like to tackle?" replied Johnny.
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