There was a gleam of irrepressible humor in the bold eyes. “Your cow-punchers, ma’am.”
“My cow-punchers?”
“They ce’tainly belong to the Lazy D outfit.”
“And you say that you shot one of my men yesterday?” He could see her getting ready for a declaration of war.
“Down by Willow Creek—Yes, ma’am,” he answered, comfortably.
“And why, may I ask?” she flamed
“That’s a long story, Miss Messiter. It wouldn’t be square for me to get my version in before your boys. Y’u ask them.” He permitted himself a genial smile, somewhat ironic. “I shouldn’t wonder but what they’ll give me a giltedged testimonial as an unhanged horse thief.”
“Isn’t there such a thing as law in Wyoming?” the girl demanded.
“Lots of it. Y’u can buy just as good law right here as in Kalamazoo.”
“I wish I knew where to find it.”