We've bought some cattle and we're going to try and get ahead, like other folks.

We--I wanted to cut out all this wildness--" "Are those your cattle up on the hill?
Some men shipped in four carloads of young stock, yesterday, to Dry Lake.

They drove them out here intending to turn them on the range, and a couple of men--" "Four men," Miss Allen corrected with a furtive twinkle in her eyes.
"Some men refused to let them cross that big coulee back there.

They drove the cattle back toward Dry Lake, and told Mr.Simmons and Mr.
Chase and some others that they shouldn't come on this bench back here at all.

That was another thing I wanted to see you men about." "Maybe they were going to mix their stock up with ours," Pink ventured mildly.
"Your men shot, and shot, and shot--the atmosphere up there is shot so full of holes that the wind just whistles through!" Miss Allen informed then gravely, with her eyebrows all puckered together and the furtive little twinkle in her eyes.