"You see, I haven't ever lived long in a rustler-run county.

Who heads the gang anyway ?" Frank Morton looked at me with a curiously-amused smile.
"I hear lots about Jack Blome and Snecker.

Everybody calls them out and out bad.

Do they head this mysterious gang ?" "Russ, I opine Blome an' Snecker parade themselves off boss rustlers same as gun throwers.

But thet's the love such men have for bein' thought hell.