But there's a sight of fellers like Bosomer in the river country.

They'll all want your game.

An' every town you ride into will scare up some cowpuncher full of booze or a long-haired four-flush gunman or a sheriff--an' these men will be playin' to the crowd an' yellin' for your blood.

Thet's the Texas of it.

You'll have to hide fer ever in the brakes or you'll have to KILL such men.