"You've got some poor excuses for humans herding them.

They drove the bunch across our coulee just exactly three times.
There ain't enough grass left in our lower field to graze a prairie dog." He glanced back to see where Pink was, saw that he was close behind, as was the lank man, and spoke in a tone that included them all.
"The Flying U ain't pasturing sheep, this spring," he informed them pleasantly.

"But, seeing the grass is eat up, we'll let yuh pay for it.
Why didn't you bring them in along the trail, anyway ?" "I didn't bring them in.

I just came down from Butte to-day.

I suppose the herders brought them out where the feed was best; they did if they're worth their wages." "They happened to strike some feed that was pretty expensive.