"You got a horse?
I'll ride over with yuh, maybe." "I got legs," Swan returned laconically.

"They don't get scared, Mr.
Hunter, and maybe kill me sometime.

You could tell the sheriff I'm government hunter and honest man, and I take good care of things.

You could do that, please ?" "Sure," said Brit and rode over to where the sheriff was standing.
The sheriff listened, nodded, beckoned to Swan.

"The court'll have to settle up the estate and find his heirs, if he's got any.