Wal, I've not known men for nothin'.

They just stood stiff an' looked at each other.

Your dad was aboot to draw.

But Jorth made no sign to throw a gun." Jean saw the growing and weaving and thickening threads of a tangle that had already involved him.

And the sudden pang of regret he sustained was not wholly because of sympathies with his own people.
"The other day back up in the woods on the Rim I ran into a sheepman who said his name was Colter.