You ain't the Co'te.

I kain't give him to no one but the Co'te." "We _are_ the Co'te!" came the hot reply.

"The Co'te that runs this range fer hoss-thieves an' murderers.

Now, see here, Curly, we're all your friends, an' you know it, but that feller has got to hang, an' hang to-night.

Git out the way.