"Where was me an' Guy, huh?
Wal, my Oregon brother, we was heah, all year, sleepin' more or less aboot three hours out of every twenty-four--ridin' our boots off--an' we couldn't keep down that loss." "Jean, you-all have a mighty tumble comin' to you out heah," said Guy, complacently.
"Listen, son," spoke up the rancher.

"You want to have some hunches before you figure on our troubles.

There's two or three packs of lofers, an' in winter time they are hell to deal with.

Lions thick as bees, an' shore bad when the snow's on.

Bears will kill a cow now an' then.