"She stays here."
"Then so do I."
"That's up to you. There's no law against camping on the plains—that is, out of range of the Twin Star."
"What are you going to do with her?" the boy demanded ominously.
"If you ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies."
"You'll let her go home with me—that's what you'll do," cried Phil.
"I reckon not. You've got a license to feel lucky you're going yourself."
"By God, I say you shall!"
The cattleman's eyes took on their stony, snake-like look. His hand did not move by so much as an inch toward the scabbarded revolver at his side.
"All right. Come a-shooting. I see you've got a gun under that pillow."