“You shore had the proper idea,” grinned Skeeter.
“The idea was all right,” admitted Kirk, “and, as I said before, I got tired of being shot at.”
“Cows and sheep kinda warrin’ round?” queried Skeeter Bill.
Kirk nodded slowly.
“Yes. In a way I don’t blame the cowmen. This range has belonged to them ever since the first cow came in over the hill. The sheep will ruin it for anything but sheep, but the law says that sheep and cows have equal rights.”
Skeeter Bill snorted. The law had never meant much to him.
“And so the cow-men takes things in their own hands, eh?”
“It seems that way,” smiled Kirk.
“You own the sheep?” queried Skeeter.
“Me?”