He whipped the gunbelt from the man's waist and was just turning when he saw two men charging into the barn. He covered them. "Drop 'em! An' drop 'em fast!"
Gingerly, careful to allow no room for a mistake, they unbuckled their belts.
"Now, back up!"
Tom Pettibone stepped from the house, the Sharps up and ready. "Cover them, Tom. If anyone so much as moves, blow him in two!"
"Hey, mister!" one of the men protested. "That kid might get nervous!"
"Suppose you just stand there an' pray he doesn't," Bowdrie suggested.
(from "Bowdrie Passes Through," by Louis L'Amour)
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