Rodeo would have admired what a good fight John put up, if it wasn't for the fact that he was seeing red. He spit blood out at the other man as they sparred, their fists slamming each other's bodies with unyielding ferocity. Rodeo could tell by the pressure that constricted his breath that John had done a number on his ribs, but he never slowed in his fight.
Adelaide's appearance alarmed Rodeo further. He didn't want this outsider to see her, to know the precious things he had spoken of behind the walls. Rodeo snarled, taking advantage of his opponent's inexplicable loss of footing, ramming a boot into his chest to knock the wind from him. He kept the boot on John's chest, plowing him into the ground and pinning him there. He didn't answer Adelaide's question, instead holding out his hand to her, keeping his eyes on John.
"Give me the gun," he said, through gritted teeth. "He ain't nothin' but a nobody stickin' his nose where it don't belong."