“Do they hang men for horse stealing?”
“They have,” he answered shortly.
Further conversation was interrupted by the sudden stopping of the wagon.
“Darnation! Which trail do I take?”
The Bad Man pointed to the right.
“There's your road. You'll find it plain enough.”
“Much obliged to you, stranger. I don't reckon you're going over to Sunken River Valley yourself?”
“Hold on;” and a detaining hand was placed upon the lines the homesteader held. “That's a good horse you're driving, pardner, but if you keep this pace you'll take only his hide and bones into Sunken River Valley with you.”
“I've got to get there, horse or no horse,” answered the man nervously.
“How'd you like to trade? I've taken a fancy to that animal of yours, and if you're bent on killing a horse I don't, know but I'd rather have you kill the one I'm riding.”