“I brought you boys here tonight to see if we can’t figure out some way to stop this rustlin’,” he said slowly. “We’re losin’ too many cattle to suit me. What’s to be done?”
Patterson shook his head.
“I dunno, Park,” he said slowly. “It beats me.”
“How about you, Jackson?”
“Same as Slim.”
“Same here,” growled Carlin.
“They ain’t hit my place,” said Franks of the M 33. “Mebbe I’m too far north.”
“That may be,” nodded Reber. “But it’s got to stop.”
“Go out and stop old Buck Priest,” said McLeese.
Reber studied McLeese’s flushed face.