Sombrero

Sombrero pulled his gun and pointed it straight at Mack's heart."Try that again and instead of riding upright like the rest of us, you'll be swung across the back of one of these cayuses deader than last year's Thanksgiving turkey." "You wouldn't shoot me--not your own brother," Mack bargained with a growl. Sombrero shoved his gun back into his holster. You'll be the one making that call, Mack." His words were blistering hot as he added, "And you've already seen what my Forty-five can do on Slick. I give you fair warning: You make one more false move and you will be drawing your last breath." He started to turn away but before he did, he had one more bit of information for Mack to digest. "As for being your brother: Our father's blood may run in both of our veins, but you quit being my brother years ago