“J R.”
“Where was it?”
“On the right hip.”
“Where do you usually put your brand, Mr. Langford?”
“On the right hip.”
“Do you always brand your cattle there?”
“Always.”
“Do you know any J R outfit?”
“I do not.”
Gordon nodded to Small. His examination had been straightforward and to the point. He had drawn alert and confident answers from his witness. Involuntarily, he glanced at Louise, who had not seemed to be working at all during this clean-cut dialogue. She flashed a fleeting smile at him. He knew he was out of sympathy with the great majority of the people down there in front. He did not seem to care so much now. A great medicine is a womanly and an understanding smile. It flushed his face a bit, too.