Bruce got himself a stiff drink an' then he straddles over the floor in front of Isbel.
"'Air you Jean Isbel, son of ole Gass Isbel ?' asked Bruce, sort of lolling back an' givin' a hitch to his belt.
"'Yes sir, you've identified me,' said Isbel, nice an' polite.
"'My name's Bruce.

I'm rangin' sheep heahaboots, an' I hev interest in Kurnel Lee Jorth's bizness.' "'Hod do, Mister Bruce,' replied Isbel, very civil ant cool as you please.

Bruce hed an eye fer the crowd thet was now listenin' an' watchin'.

He swaggered closer to Isbel.
"'We heerd y'u come into the Tonto Basin to run us sheepmen off the range.

How aboot thet ?' "'Wal, you heerd wrong,' said Isbel, quietly.