Pshaw! I know I've got enemies; piles of them.

I could name you half a dozen men right now that are naturally itching to take a shot at me.

How about this ranch?
Don't I know, can't I hear the men growling oaths under their breath after I've gone by?
And in business ways, too," he went on, speaking half to himself, "in Bonneville and all over the county there's not a man of them wouldn't howl for joy if they got a chance to down Buck Annixter.

Think I care?
Why, I LIKE it.

I run my ranch to suit myself and I play my game my own way.