Ah, it's a grand feeling to be young and tough with a heart full of hell, strong muscles, and quick, flexible hands! And the feeling that somewhere in town there's a man wh o would like to tear down your meat house with hands or gun. It was like that, Hattan's Point was, when I swung dow n from my buckskin and gave him a word to wait with. A ne w town, a new challenge, and if there were those who wished t o take me on, let them come and be damned. I knew the whiskey of this town would be the ra w whiskey of the last town and of the towns behind it, but I shoved through the batwing doors and downed a shot of ry e and looked around, measuring the men along the bar and a t the tables. None of these men did I know, yet I had see n them all before in a dozen towns. There was the big, harde yed rancher with the iron-gray hair who thought he was th e bull of the woods, and the knifelike man beside him with th e careful eyes who would be gunslick and fast as a strikin g snake. The big man turned his head toward m e, as a grea t brown bear turns to look at something he could squeeze t o nothing if he wished.
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