The heaps of buffalo bones were now neglected.

The long-horned cattle of the white men were coming in to take the place of the curved-horned cattle of the Indians.

The curtain of the cattle drama of the West was now rung up full.
The sheriff finished the cleaning of his six-shooter and tossed the oiled rag into the drawer of the table where he kept the warrants.

He slipped the heavy weapon into the scabbard at his right leg and saw that the string held the scabbard firmly to his trouser-leg, so that he might draw the gun smoothly and without hindrance from its sheath.

He knew that the new bad man wore two guns, each adjusted in a similar manner; but it was always Bill Watson's contention (while he was alive) that a man with one gun was as good as a man with two.