By Max Brand
Bull sighed. "I ain't acquired a lot time, partner," he acknowledged. drawing close the door, he tested it wistfully. "But, might be, they's one other way." He drew again a bit, raised his correct leg, and smashed the heavy cowhide boot opposed to the door. The wooden break up from most sensible to backside, and Bull's leg used to be pushed on throughout the aperture. He paused to wrench the fragments of the door from lock and hinges after which beckoned to Pete Reeve. "Look on your gun in the following, Reeve."