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Red Jake and Scotty rode slowly to the left under the brow of the red butte, after Sid and Big John had started up the ravine for their deer. Scotty drew his .405 out of its saddle scabbard and rested it across his pommel as they approached a belt of scrub oak timber.
Red Jake eyed it quizzically. "I ain't aimin', no ways, to be introosive," he drawled, "an' I've kep' my health by remainin' strictly out of other folks' business -- but thar's limits! " he grinned. "Which I'm burnin' to find out, is thet thar cannon for shootin' deer or elephants?"