It was the passionate primitive life in him that had awakened to the call of blood ties.
"That's aboot all, son," concluded the rancher.

"You understand now why I feel they're goin' to kill me.

I feel it heah." With solemn gesture he placed his broad hand over his heart.

"An', Jean, strange whispers come to me at night.

It seems like your mother was callin' or tryin' to warn me.