Blood and Blazes in Upamona

He slowly climbed off Tanky and turned around as Slim threw a powerful right at his head. "Don't you ever tie your .... Ugh! Oof! Agh!" he grunted, as Red ducked under the punch and threw a strong right to the short ribs, doubling his big body over at the waist. "What was that you were saying? I didn't quite get it all," said Red, pointing his revolver at Slim's chest. Slim had a hard time catching his breath, grunting and moaning, finally straightened and took a long look at the man. He couldn't get his thoughts together, struggling to catch his breath and tying to speak. No one had ever stood up to him in this town. "Maybe we're both hard of hearing," said Red. "You were going to tell me something might important it sounded like from the way you carried on. But I don't mind asking again. What was it you were saying in such a loud screech?" Red was staring into the eyes of Slim, noting how big and tall he was. Slim's hat had fallen off, exposing his partly balding, grayish, brown-haired hat rest, with the brown eyes looking at him, trying to size him up. Sanglant looked older than he was. "I was just going to tell you not to use MY section of the hitch rail, was all. That end is reserved for my horse, and everybody in town knows it. You don't have to point that thing at me, mister. Who are you anyway?" Red continued staring into Slim's eyes, taking a good long look, and then he relaxed and slipped his six-gun back into its holster.