“What’s up now; more trouble?” asked Gimp, as he recognized the Parson, who seemed excited.
“I should say so! Munson’s been shot.”
“Shot! How?”
“In a cattle raid. There’s been another.”
[CHAPTER XVIII]
TWO INVALIDS
Gimp pulled up his horse sharply and looked narrowly at the Parson.
“Where was the raid this time?” he asked.
“From the Bear Swamp range,” and he named a part of the Square Z ranch that lay to the southeast, a low tract that was wet part of the year.