The other jerked his own hand back, his eyes narrowing, his lips
twitching.
“Havin’ this is just like havin’ a death warrant!” he snarled, his hands
hovering around the butts of his guns, ready to drop the paper and reach
for his weapons.
I knew the type. He would get into action while I was getting up from my
chair. His kind didn’t believe in giving an even break. Safety first was
his motto. Particularly when it came to a killing.