When he had proven up on his claim they would probably buy him out and have the water still.
"Well, what do you know ?" Swan turned his head to inquire abruptly.
"You're pretty quiet." Lone roused himself.

"Fred Thurman's been dragged to death by that damned flighty horse of his," he said.

"I found him in the brush this side of Granite Creek.

Had his foot caught in the stirrup.

I thought I'd best leave him there till the coroner can view him." Swan stopped short in the trail and turned facing Lone.