"I want to see Webb."
"Can't see him. He ain't here."
"Where is he?"
"He's ridden on to the Fort to make arrangements for receiving the herd," answered the man sulkily.
"Who's the big auger left?"
"I'm the foreman, if that's what you mean?"
"Well, I've come to tell you that two of yore men are hidin' in the chaparral below Los Portales. There was trouble at Tolleson's. Two of the Lazy S M men were gunned an' one of yours was wounded."
"Which one was wounded?"
"I heard his name was Clanton."
"Suits me fine," grinned the foreman, showing two rows of broken, stained teeth. "Hope the Lazy S M boys gunned him proper."