"He could take them in the other way, even if the feed ain't so good along the trail.

It's most all prairie-dog towns--but that's good enough for sheep." Jack, in his intense partisanship, spoke as if sheep were not entitled to decent grass at any time or under any circumstances.
"Them herders packin' guns looks to me like they're goin' to make trouble if they kin," gloomed Happy Jack.

"I betche they'll kill somebody before they're through.

When sheepmen gits mean--" Pink picked up his rope and started for the large corral, where a few saddle horses had been driven in just before supper and had not yet been turned out.
"You fellows can stand around and chew the rag, if you want to," he said caustically, "and wait for Weary to make a war-talk.

But I'm going to keep cases on them Dots, if I have to stand an all-night guard on 'em.