What kind of a game was you givin' Frank ?" "Jim, I just wanted to see if he was a safe rancher to make a stock deal for me." "He says you told him he didn't have no yellow streak an' that he was a rustler.

Frank can't git over them two hunches.

When he sees you he's goin' to swear he's no rustler, but he _has_ got a yellow streak, unless..." This little, broken-down Texan had eyes like flint striking fire.
"Unless ?" I queried sharply.
Jim breathed a deep breath and looked around the room before his gaze fixed again on mine.
"Wal," he replied, speaking low, "Me and Frank allows you've picked the right men.

It was me that sent them letters to the Ranger captain at Austin.

Now who in hell are you ?" It was my turn to draw a deep breath.
I had taken six weeks to strike fire from a Texan whom I instinctively felt had been prey to the power that shadowed Linrock.