You're wuss'n a ranger.

And you're hell-bent on killin' that rustler.

Now I say let's go home and eat." "Wal, I'll just take a look at the sand," replied the man called Bill.
Duane heard the clink of spurs on steel stirrup and the thud of boots on the ground.

There followed a short silence which was broken by a sharply breathed exclamation.
Duane waited for no more.

They had found his trail.