What do I feed you for if it ain't to look after things I can't attend to ?" He turned on his heel and strode away straight before him, not caring where he was going.

He tramped out from the group of ranch buildings; holding on over the open reach of his ranch, his teeth set, his heels digging furiously into the ground.

The minutes passed.

He walked on swiftly, muttering to himself from time to time.
"Gone, by the Lord.

Gone, by the Lord.