“N-no.”
“Lease it?”
“N-no.”
“No good reason then is there to keep me out?”
“Except,” darkly, “this climate isn’t healthy for sheep.”
“Perhaps,” gently, “I’m the best judge of that.”
“You’ll keep on going, if you follow my advice.” The tone was a threat.
“I hardly ever take advice that’s given unasked.”
“Well—you’d better take this.”
The sheepherder looked at him speculatively, with no trace of resentment in his mild eyes.