"You told me to tie down that steer, and I tied him down.

You've got no call to complain--and there isn't a man on earth I'll take that kinda talk from.

Crawl down, you parrot-faced cow-eater--and leave your gun on the saddle." The man remained where he was and looked Bud over uncertainly.

"Who are you, and where'd yuh come from ?" he demanded more calmly.

"I never saw yuh before." "Well, I never grew up with your face before me, either!" Bud snapped.
"If I had I'd probably be cross-eyed by now.