I begin to think I was not as big a fool as I thought I was, and that it was foolish of me to ever think my folly was--" Johnson interrupted him.
"Then you bought a bunch of sheep.

Son, you can't realize how great-minded it is of me to overlook that slip of yours! You was out of the way of every man in the world; you was on your own range, watering at your own wells--the only case like that on record.

And the second dark night some petulant and highly anonymous cowboys run off your herder and stampeded your woollies over a bluff." "Sheep outrages have happened before," observed Stan, rather dryly.
"Sheep outrages are perpetrated by cowmen on cow ranges," rejoined Pete hotly.

"I guess I ought to know.

Sheepmen aren't ever killed on their own ranges; it isn't respectable.