An' you're makin' mistakes about me.

I've interfered here, an' you may take my word for it I had the right." "Strange talk, Wade, but I'll make allowances." "You needn't.

I'll back my talk....

But, first, I'm askin' you--an' if this talk hurts, I'm sorry--why don't you give some of your love for your no-good Buster Jack to Collie ?" Belllounds clenched his huge fists and glared.

Anger leaped within him.
He recognized in Wade an outspoken, bitter adversary to his cherished hopes for his son and his stubborn, precious pride.
"By Heaven! Wade, I'll--" "Belllounds, I can make you swallow that kind of talk," interrupted Wade.