He had always been Bud Birnie, son and heir of Bob Birnie, as clean-handed a cattle king as ever recorded a brand.

Even at the University his position had been accepted without question.

That the man he mentally called Parrotface was puzzled and even worried about him was the last thing he would think of.
But it was true.

Bart Nelson watched Bud, that afternoon.

A man might ride up to Bart and assert that he was an old hand with cattle, and Bart would say nothing, but set him to work, as he had Bud.