Tom Walton took no notice of Jonesy. "Where'd you work last?"
"Cross T in Redstone County."
Tom Walton nodded. "Turberville ranch? Left ribs cattle, left shoulder and jaw horses?"
"No, Tasker's," corrected John Dawson. "Left hip cattle and horses, no jaw brand."
"I know," said Tom Walton gently. "I knew it was Tasker's. I had to—be sure."
"Whatsa use of this gassing?" demanded Rafe. "I tell you, Tom, we caught this feller branding one of my calves, and I'll gamble he's the boy been doing all the rustling on your range too."
"You might be right. I don't know. But he tells a straight story."
"They all do. He's a rustler. Take my word for it."
"But he said in the beginning," objected Tom, "that he never was near that split draw."
"We saw him, I tell you!"