It's a monstrous fine piece o' ground; I know you'll like it." Mose slept very little that night.

He found himself holding his breath in order to be sure that the clamor of a coyote was not a cowboy signal of attack.

There was something vastly convincing in Jake Pratt's quiet drawl as he set forth the cause for war.
Early the next morning, Jennison, the leader of the settlers, came riding into the yard.

He was tall, grim lipped and curt spoken.

He had been a captain in the Union Army of Volunteers, and was plainly a man of inflexible purpose and resolution.
"How d'e do, gentlemen ?" he called pleasantly, as he reined in his foaming broncho.