"A friend of mine worked yuh over a little, this morning, and I just thought I'd make a better job than he did.

Your eyes didn't match.

They will, now." The herder mumbled maledictions after him, but Pink would not even give him the satisfaction of resenting it.
"I'd like to have broken a knuckle against his teeth, darn him," he observed ruefully when he was in the saddle again.

"Come on, Weary.

It won't take but a minute to hand a punch or two to that bug-killer, and then I'll feel better.