"Nothing to fight about," said Stud. "What's your name?"
"Joe Valentine."
"You ain't the fellow who's moved in over on the Point?"
"That's my business," said Joe.
"I'll make it my business. You been prowling around here quite a bit lately."
"I got a right to catch my living," said Joe. Every night he looked across the bay at the glowing windows of the Brailsford farm, thought of his stepdaughter over there, all the good things to eat. "I got a right," he said.
"I got a right to run you off my land."
"You ain't got a right to Early Ann."
"Get off my place before I get mad," Stud said. He had his womenfolks and cattle to think about.