As Clint moved, Zeke jumped, suddenly startled. Sunlight flashed dimly off the gunmetal as he pointed it at Clint. Clint put his palms up in front of his face as Zeke pulled the hammer back with a trembling thumb.
"Okay, okay Zeke!" His heart pounded in his chest. He took a deep breath. "I'll get you water."
Zeke took a step back. The barrel's black eyes followed Clint's head.
"Nobody's gonna hurt you." The barrel spun towards Old Ma Cody.
Clint held out a cup of water.
"Want it? Or not?" he asked calmly.
Zeke nodded, still gripping the weapon.