"Most remarkable fine, Jesse, now that I can chew again.

My mouth was that dry that I couldn't chew from sun-up to when you brung the water." Here a man showed head and shoulders over the top of the little hill to the north-east occupied by the whites.

Laban sighted his rifle on him for a long minute.

Then he shook his head.
"Four hundred yards.

Nope, I don't risk it.