"You aren't a crazy sheepherder." "No, but I'm goin' to kill off one.

Git outa my way!" Big Medicine was transformed into a cold-eyed, iron-jawed fighting machine.

He dug the spurs in, meaning to ride ahead of Miguel.

But Miguel's spurs also pressed home, so that the two horses plunged as one.

Big Medicine, bellowing one solitary oath, drew his right leg from the stirrup to dismount.