Neither old King nor your dad was married, and it's a wonder they didn't kill each other off--Potter says they sure tried.

The time King got it in the leg your father and his punchers were coming home from a breed dance, and they were feeling pretty nifty, I guess; Potter told me they started out with six bottles, and when they got to White Divide there wasn't enough left to talk about.

They cut King's fence at the north end, and went right through, hell-bent-for-election.

King and his men boiled out, and they mixed good and plenty.

Your father went home with a hole in his shoulder, and old King had one in his leg to match, and since then it's been war.