"You boys cut out them cattle that we looked at, an' head them toward the Bar X." When the men had gone he turned to Sanderson.
"I want you men to know that I'm actin' under orders.

I don't know what's eatin' Bill Lester--that ain't my business.

But when I'm ordered to do anything in my line of duty, why, it's got to be done.
Your friend has gassed some about a man named Silverthorn bein' at the bottom of this thing.

Mebbe he is--I ain't got no means of knowin'.
It appears to me that Bill ain't got no call to hog your whole bunch, though, for I've never knowed Bill to raise more than fifteen hundred head of cattle in one season.

I'm takin' a chance on two hundred coverin' his claims." It was after noon when the sheriff and his men started westward with the suspected stock.
Carter, fuming with rage, watched them go.