Suddenly, a finger tapped his shoulder and he whirled in surprise. He
saw a man wearing a big silver star prominently on his vest.
"Stranger, you'll have to shuck them irons. City ordinance says a man
can't carry pistols inside the city limits."
"I notice I ain't the only one with a full gunbelt," Brek said slowly.
The man's eyes narrowed. "Them happens to be John Sager's men, mister,
and they all happen to be deputies." His pistol came out suddenly. "I'm
orderin' you to take 'em off."
Brek shrugged and unbuckled the belt.
"I ain't lookin' for an argument," he said, handing the gunbelt to the
sheriff. But as the sheriff reached for the belt, Brek lashed out with
one hand, slapping the other's weapon aside. It skittered across the
floor as Brek jerked one of his own guns from the belt and sent the
sheriff reeling backward with a blow in the chest.
Several of the other armed men started to reach for their hips, but
Brek's icy voice stopped them short. "First man to touch a gun gets
lead!"