I trust nobody...

But, you wild hunter--if you're my friend--prove it!...

Go kill thet greaser sheep-thief! DO somethin'-- an' then come talk to me!" With that he lurched, half falling, into the house, and slammed the door.
Dale stood there for a blank moment, and then, taking up his rifle, he strode away.
Toward sunset Dale located the camp of his four Mormon friends, and reached it in time for supper.
John, Roy, Joe, and Hal Beeman were sons of a pioneer Mormon who had settled the little community of Snowdrop.

They were young men in years, but hard labor and hard life in the open had made them look matured.
Only a year's difference in age stood between John and Roy, and between Roy and Joe, and likewise Joe and Hal.

When it came to appearance they were difficult to distinguish from one another.