That's brains headin' the rustler gang hereabouts." "Maybe Blome and Snecker are blinds.

Savvy what I mean, Morton?
Maybe there's more in the parade than just the fame of it." Morton snapped his big jaw as if to shut in impulsive words.
"Look here, Morton.

I'm not so young in years even if I am young west of the Pecos.

I can figure ahead.

It stands to reason, no matter how damn strong these rustlers are, how hidden their work, however involved with supposedly honest men--they can't last." "They come with the pioneers an' they'll last as long as thar's a single steer left," he declared.
"Well, if you take that view of circumstances I just figure you as one of the rustlers!" Morton looked as if he were about to brain me with the butt of his whip.
His anger flashed by then as unworthy of him, and, something striking him as funny, he boomed out a laugh.
"It's not so funny," I went on.