Tad's face was sullen and angry, with every freckle livid. He stared
almost haughtily at his father and Joe's eyes narrowed. He said,
"That's my rifle too, huh?"
"Right."
Tad snapped, "If a man's goin' west he'd better know how to fight
Indians. And I didn't hit him."
"That's right," Pete agreed, "but you couldn't have shoved a knife blade
between the place where that bullet hit the wall and his head."