“What do yuh aim to do, Hartley?”
“Clean up this rotten range,” says Hashknife.
“Would yuh mind tellin’ me what this Baldy person was doin’ in the Devil’s Dooryard the day he got shot?”
“Lookin’ for Bar 20 stock.”
“—— of a place to look for stock!” says Bowers.
“A cow don’t make tracks in there,” says Hashknife, thoughtful-like.
“Feller’d have to see the cow, I reckon.”
“What do yuh mean?” asks Snag.
“Baldy raved about seein’ cows in that place, but he was out of his head.”
“The Circle Dot has lost a lot of cows, and there ain’t no —— speakin’ of dead-lines, Thorn; you’ve got yours pretty well organized. I started over here the other day, and as I crossed the Cow Crick I got two bullets in my saddle. Yuh sure do protect your rights.”