But when the horse came circling back with a great flourish, she shivered and her hands closed into the fists of a fighter.
"Are you a Sawtooth man ?" she demanded suddenly, looking up at Swan defiantly.

"It was a nightmare.

I--I dreamed once about a horse--like that." Swan's wide-open eyes softened a little.

"The Sawtooth calls me that damn Swede on Bear Top," he explained.

"I took a homestead up there and some day they will want to buy my place or they will want to make a fight with me to get the water.