“What did you say Gretchen Gimpke had in that tin can?” Jacobs inquired blandly.
“Oil of sassafras, I think,” Asher responded, as he tied the horses and helped to mend the weakened fence.
“Nobody prospers long after such tricks. I’ll not lose sleep over lost sheep,” John Jacobs declared. “Let’s hunt up the cattle and forget this, and the woman and the scary little twist in the creek trail.”
“It’s a friendly act on somebody’s part.” he said grimly
“Why scary?” Asher asked. “Are you so afraid of women? No wonder you are a bachelor.”
Jacobs did not smile as he said: