"I wish that dog could talk," said the sheriff, smiling. "Did you know that old Fernando had left the country—crossed the line into New Mexico?"
"What? Him?"
"Yes. I know about where he is."
"Guess his boss fired him for lettin' all the sheep get killed. Guess he had to go somewhere."
The sheriff nodded. "So you were going to take a little trip yourself, were you?"
"For me boss. You ask him. He can tell you."
"I reckon when he finds out where you are he'll come in."
"And you're goin' to pinch me?"
"You're pinched."
"Well, I'm dum clost to gettin' mad. You look here! Do you think I'd be ridin' to Antelope if I done anything like shoot a man? Do you think I'd hand you me gun without sayin' a word? And if you think I didn't shoot Fadeaway, what in hell you pinchin' me for? Ain't a guy got a right to live?"