Possum Ransom dropped a gnarled hand to the holstered Frontier Model Colt revolver. It was one of the early models, an antique, thought Warden. "This here is my title!" old Possum said hotly. "Yuh can't do no such a thing to me! Go on-get, Pallette!" Snarling, Ransom pulled the gun-a mistake, no doubt. There was a sudden movement, a pistol blared. Possum Ransom went down, a dazed look in his bleared eyes. The Frontier Model fell in the sand, and Possum's neck was limp.