You and me would be strangers if we was to go many miles from Williamson Valley.

Patches is a good man, I tell you.

I'll stand for him, all right.

Why, he's been out all day, alone, ridin' the drift fence, just as good any old-timer." "The drift fence!" "Yes, it's in pretty bad shape in places." "Yes, an' I ran onto a calf over in Horse Wash, this afternoon, not four hundred yards from the fence on the Tailholt side, fresh-branded with the Tailholt iron, an' I'll bet a thousand dollars it belongs to a Cross-Triangle cow." "What makes you think it was mine ?" asked the Dean calmly.
"Because it looked mighty like some of your Hereford stock, an' because I came on through the Horse Wash gate, an' about a half mile on this side, I found one of your cows that had just lost her calf." "They know we're busy an' ain't ridin' much, I reckon," mused the Dean.
"If I was you, I'd put some hand that I knew to ridin' that drift fence," returned Jim significantly, as he mounted his horse to go.
"You're plumb wrong, Jim," returned the Dean earnestly.

"Why, the man don't know a Cross-Triangle from a Five-Bar, or a Pot-Hook-S." "It's your business, Will; I just thought I'd tell you," growled Reid.
"Good-night!" "Good-night, Jim! I'm much obliged to you for ridin' over.".