Max Brand

Gun Gentlemen Max Brand

He had heard of Mat Morgan, a natural battler like himself, but according to a report, one of more malice; and now he measured his man as some champion pugilist measures a challenger, hunting hungrily for the vital spot. He sought, also, for the provocation which he always needed in order to do his best. Usually men of the gun swaggered, often they were sneering, but Mat Morgan was neither the one nor the other. He stood with his back to the bar and his elbows resting lightly on it, a young fellow hardly older than Lucky Bill himself-slender, handsome in a dark way.