They tried to fight it out in court, and King got the best of it there.

Then they got married and kind o' cooled off, and pretty soon they both got so much stuff to look after that they didn't have much time to take pot-shots at each other, and now we're enjoying what yuh might call armed peace.

We go round about sixty miles, and King's Highway is bad medicine.
"King owns the stage-line from Osage to Laurel, where the Bay State gets its mail, and he owns Kenmore, a mining-camp in the west half uh White Divide.

We can go around by Kenmore, if we want to--but King's Highway?
Nit!" I chuckled to myself to think of all the things I could twit dad about if ever he went after me again.

It struck me that I hadn't been a circumstance, so far, to what dad must have been in his youth.