I found the dead calf, too.

Reckon the meat can be saved.

Dad, you must lose a lot of stock here." "Wal, son, you shore hit the nail on the haid," replied the rancher.
"What with lions an' bears an' lofers--an' two-footed lofers of another breed--I've lost five thousand dollars in stock this last year." "Dad! You don't mean it!" exclaimed Jean, in astonishment.

To him that sum represented a small fortune.
"I shore do," answered his father.
Jean shook his head as if he could not understand such an enormous loss where there were keen able-bodied men about.

"But that's awful, dad.
How could it happen?
Where were your herders an' cowboys?
An' Bill an' Guy ?" Bill Isbel shook a vehement fist at Jean and retorted in earnest, having manifestly been hit in a sore spot.