Miss Bransford says the cattle is hers, an' we found them in Ben Nyland's corral.

There ain't-----" "Alva Dale, you are a sneak and a liar!" This was the girl.

She had stepped forward until she was within a short pace from the big man.

She stood erect, rigid, her hands clenched at her sides; her chin lifted, her eyes flashing with defiant passion.
Dale smirked at her.
"Peggy Nyland," he said, "you're handin' it to me pretty strong, ain't you?
You'd fight for your brother's life, of course.

But I represent the law here, an' I've got to do my duty.