"Steve Moffatt?"
"Steve Moffatt," his father replied. "How did you know? Him and me have been shooting each other up since we were old enough to carry a gun."
Lafe, Jr., turned to his task of repairing the cinch again, and said nothing more for a few minutes. His father was inside the corral, roping a fresh mount.
"You might catch me ol' Beanbelly, Dad," Lafe, Jr., cried to him.
"What for?"
"Why, you're going to take me along, ain't you? You're going to give me a chance at him, too, ain't you?"
"You're damn whistlin' I am," said his father. "Come and get your horse."