Bragged aboot you an' how you could fight an' how you could shoot an' how you could track a hoss or a man! Bragged how you'd chase every sheep herder back up on the Rim....

I'm tellin' you because we want you to git our stand right.
We're goin' to run sheep down in Grass Valley." "Ahuh! Well, who's we ?" queried Jean, curtly.
"What-at?
...

We--I mean the sheepmen rangin' this Rim from Black Butte to the Apache country." "Colter, I'm a stranger in Arizona," said Jean, slowly.

"I know little about ranchers or sheepmen.

It's true my father sent for me.