"I should say so! It would be difficult to forget him."
"Miss Dorry thinks a heap of that kid."
"She seems to."
"Now, I ain't drunk," Cheyenne declared solemnly. "I sure wish I was. You know Little Jim is my boy. Well, his ma is livin' over to Laramie. She writ to me to come back to her, onct. I reckon Sears got tired of her. She lived with him a spell after she quit me. Folks say Sears treated her like a dog. I guess I wasn't man enough, when I heard that--"
"You mean Panhandle Sears--at Antelope?"
"Him."
"Oh, I see!" said Bartley slowly. "And that crap game, at Antelope--I see!"
"If Panhandle had a-jumped me, instead of you, that night, I'd 'a' killed him. Do you know why Wishful stepped in and put Sears down? Wishful did that so that there wouldn't be a killin'. That's the second time Sears has had his chance to git me, but he won't take that chance. That's the second time we met up since--since my wife left me. The third time it'll be lights out for somebody. I ain't drunk."
"Then Sears has got a yellow streak?"
"Any man that uses a woman rough has. When Jimmy's ma left us, I reckon I went loco. It wa'n't just her leavin' us. But when I heard she had took up with Sears, and knowin' what he was--I just quit. I was workin' down here at the ranch, then. I went up North, figurin' to kill him. Folks thought I was yellow, for not killin' him. They think so right now. Mebby I am.