"I wasn't born yesterday. Come clean. Who is yore friend that saw the boys?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Then yore story doesn't interest me a whole lot."
"Different here," dissented Wrayburn. "Do you know how badly Clanton is hurt, Jack?"
"No. He was able to ride out of town, but my friend told me to say he wasn't able to ride now. You'll have to send a wagon for him."
Wrayburn turned to the foreman. "Joe, we've got to go back an' help the boys."
"Not on yore topknot, Dad. I'm here to move these beeves along to the
Fort. Prince an' that Clanton may have gone on a tear an' got into
trouble or they may not. I don't care a plugged nickel which way it is.
I'm not keepin' herd on them, an' what's more I don't intend to."
"We can't leave 'em thataway. Dad gum it, we got to stand by the boys,
Joe. That's what Webb would tell us if he was here."
"But he ain't here, Dad. An' while he's gone I'm major-domo of this outfit. We're headed north, not south."
"You may be. I'm not. An' I reckon you'll find several of the boys got the same notion I have. I taken a fancy to both those young fellows, an' if I hadn't I'd go help 'em just the same."