"Nope. He just come out of his cabin an' told me to fan it. I wasn't doin' nothin'. He said it was against the law to be huntin' up there. Mebby he don't hunt when he feels like it!"
"Did you tell Uncle Frank?"
"Yep. Wish I hadn't. He says for me to stay away from the high country--and not to ride by Sneed's place any more."
Cheyenne turned to Bartley. "I done made one guess right," he said.
"You goin' to kill Sneed?" queried young Jim enthusiastically.
"Nobody's goin' to get killed. But I aim to git my hosses."
Cheyenne turned to Jimmy. "You ride over and tell Uncle Frank and Aunt Jane that me and Mr. Bartley'll be over after we eat."
"Will you sing that 'Git Along' song for me, dad?"
"You bet!"
"But why don't you come over and eat to our place? You always stop by, every time you ride down this way," said Jimmy.