Once with them, he'll never be caught again." On the sixth day of our stay at Oak we had visitors, whom Frank introduced as the Stewart brothers and Lawson, wild-horse wranglers.
They were still, dark men, whose facial expression seldom varied; tall and lithe and wiry as the mustangs they rode.

The Stewarts were on their way to Kanab, Utah, to arrange for the sale of a drove of horses they had captured and corraled in a narrow canyon back in the Siwash.
Lawson said he was at our service, and was promptly hired to look after our horses.
"Any cougar signs back in the breaks ?" asked Jones.
"Wal, there's a cougar on every deer trail," replied the elder Stewart, "An' two for every pinto in the breaks.

Old Tom himself downed fifteen colts fer us this spring." "Fifteen colts! That's wholesale murder.

Why don't you kill the butcher ?" "We've tried more'n onct.

It's a turrible busted up country, them brakes.