“Hurt him much?” queried Honey.
“Hurt him? It drove his legs into hard ground up to his knees and his hat didn’t come down until the next day.”
“Loan me yore knife,” said Honey seriously. “I’m scared I might git my arches busted down.”
A horseman was coming in through the narrow trail, and they waited for him to come into the clearing. It was Abe Allison. He dismounted and helped himself to some coffee.
“Glad yuh showed up, Abe,” said Vane. “Saves us a trip down to yore end of the line.”
“Yeah?” Allison blew on the hot coffee. “What for?”
“To tell Slim what we’re goin’ to do, and have him bring all you fellers up this side of Slow Elk. Tonight we’re goin’ to bust our way through the sheep and settle everythin’.”
“How?”
“Here’s how,” laughed Honey Wier, holding up a bomb. “We’re goin’ to shake the old hills, Abie.”
“Dynamite?”