"I don't think you know what you did. The stack is gone. We have to buy feed now, and we haven't the money to pay for it."
"That's not my fault," Turkey asseverated. "I won't be blamed for what I didn't do."
"No," Angus returned grimly, "but for what you did do."
"If you say I started that fire you're a —— liar!" Turkey flared.
Angus looked at him with narrowing eyes.
"You had better go slow, Turkey," he warned. "I don't feel like taking much from anybody this morning. And I'll take less from you than anybody."
"Then don't say I started that fire!" Turkey cried "The hay was mine as well as yours. You act as if you were boss here, and I won't stand for it any longer."
Under ordinary circumstances Angus would have let that go. But now he was sore and worried and angry. He had worked hard, denied himself a good deal to hold the ranch together and make a living for them all. It seemed that a show-down had to come and he was ready for it.
"We may as well settle this now," he said. "I am boss. I mean to stay boss, and while you're on this ranch you'll toe the mark after this, understand?"
"Is that so?" Turkey sneered.