Now I frowned, squinting one eye. "Ain't gonna yell draw, are you?"
"You tell 'em, Clint," somebody shouted. Even I had to grin at that.
Sporadic laughter from the crowd faded to dead silence, the young man wrinkling his nose into a baby's scowl, obviously too young for the joke.
"Calling you out," he said, arrogantly raising his pointy chin. "Heard you’re the man from up north."