"I may as well take the next train out, I reckon, and drift on down into Arizona and New Mexico.
I know about where some real punchers range--but I thought there was no harm in looking up the pedigree of this Flying U outfit.

I'm sure some obliged to you boys for heading me off." Back of his eyes there was a laugh, but Andy Green and the Native Son were looking queerly at each other and did not see it there.
"Oh, well, now you're this close, you wouldn't be losing anything by going on out to the ranch, anyway," Andy recanted guardedly.

"Come to think of it, there's one regular old-time ranger out there.

They call him Slim.

He's sure a devil on a horse--Slim is.