"What's the matter?"
"Injuns.".
"Uprisin'?"
"Not yet, but the agent over to Fort Sill has a tip that they are putting on paint."
"What's the trouble?"
"Somethin' about beef issue. The last cows issued to the Injuns were no good, an' the Injuns made a kick, an' the agent told them to go to the deuce. Old Flatnose an' his son Moonface, the Apache chiefs, have always been bad actors, an' now they are tryin' to scare up a muss."
"Reckon they'll do it?"
"The commandant at Fort Sill seems to think they will, for he's got two companies out on the scout."
"The boys better look out, then. The Injuns don't like the gang over at the Hole in the Wall none too good."
"We stand all right with Flatnose and his son, an' it's their band that's actin' bad."