You think it all out--but maybe I've been thinking too.

Now you're under arrest.
Just stay on your horse--he can't run faster than a bullet, and I don't miss coyotes when I shoot them on the run." "The hell you say!" Lone stared at him.

"Where's your authority, Swan ?" Swan lifted the rifle to a comfortable, firing position, the muzzle pointing straight at Lone's chest.

With his left hand he turned back his coat and disclosed a badge pinned to the lining.
"I'm a United States Marshal, that's all; a government hunter," he stated.

"I'm hot on the trail of coyotes--all kinds.