The Confrontation DePittars hurled himself about with a terrific leap, a great gust of air pouring out of his mouth. All his features were away from the light and obscured?and he broke for the center of the street at a dead run. He yelled: ?Travis!? He stopped dead. He emitted one black curse, and afterward his lank body seemed to break in the middle. Clay Travis remained rooted, but his nerves and muscles answered the warning of that fractional moment. His broad palm slapped the protruding gun butt and wove it upward and forward. A wisp of wind touched his cheek, and a detonating roar smashed the thin-drawn silence to fragments; and then his own tardy shot roared out deeply and found its fair mark. DePittars?s broken cry went wailing along the street and high over the housetops, and DePittars fell with some short effort to keep his feet. He called again, but it was a small and despairing cry that died in his throat.

Genre: Western