One look at this big rancher was enough for me to see that he had been told my part in Steele's game, and that he himself had roused to the Texas fighting temper.

He had a clouded brow.

He looked somber and thick.

He seemed slow, heavy, guarded.
"Howdy, Russ," he said.

"We've been wantin' you." "There's ten of us in town, all scattered round, ready.