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As for the sheepman, the notoriety that his cousin's odorous reputation had thrust upon him was extremely distasteful as well as dangerous, but he had done nothing to disgrace his name, and he meant to use it openly. He could almost catch the low whispers that passed from mouth to mouth about him.
Before Creede could turn to meet his enemy his partner leapt in between them and with a swift blow from the shoulder, struck the sheepman to the ground. It was a fearful blow, such as men deal in anger without measuring their strength or the cost, and it landed on his jaw.
He flushed underneath the tan, but very plainly with pleasure. "Your opinions are right contrary to Hoyle, ma'am. Aren't you aware that a sheepman is the lowest thing that walks? Ask Mr. McWilliams." "I have known stockmen of that opinion, but " The foreman's sentence was never finished. From a clump of bushes a hundred yards away came the crack of a rifle.
I came out here alone, and I left my gun in camp. I haven't got a friend within forty miles, if that's what you mean. I suppose you've got your orders, Mr. Thomas, but I just want to talk this matter over with you." "All right," said the sheepman, suddenly thawing out at the good news. "I don't have so much company as to make me refuse, even if it is a warm subject.
As the street had been quite deserted at the time this detail could be plausibly introduced with no chance of a denial. Fendrick, who had heard the shouting of the men locked in the express office, stopped the robber, but Blackwell broke away and ran down the alley. The sheepman followed and caught him.
"Does your side partner resemble a raisin raiser? Has he the ear marks of a gentle agriculturist? Would you describe him as a typical sheepman, or as a daring and resolute bee-keeper?" Bob shook his head, still unconvinced. "Well, if you will uncover my dark methods," sighed Baker. He leaned over and deftly abstracted from the breast pocket of Bob's coat a long, narrow document.
"Mr. Bannister, ma'am, is a sheepman." "So I understood, but " Her eyes traveled swiftly round the table, and appraised the sudden sense of responsibility that had fallen on these reckless, careless frontiersmen. "I am wondering what else he is. Really, he seems to be the bogey man of Gimlet Butte." There was another instant silence, and again it was Soapy that lifted it.
Shore I thought he'd been killed in the Big Bend country. So I heard.... An' there's Craig, another respectable sheepman of Grass Valley. Haw-haw! An', wal, I don't recognize any more of them." Jean forthwith took the glass and moved it slowly across the faces of that group of horsemen. "Simm Bruce," he said, instantly. "I see Colter. And, yes, Greaves is there.
"No," retorted Hardy dryly, "and you never said you wasn't, either." "Yes, I did, too," spat back Swope, seizing at a straw. "Didn't I introduce you to my boss herder and tell him to keep off your range?" "Oh, I don't know," said Hardy coldly. "Did you?" For a moment the sheepman sat rigid in the darkness. Then he rose to his feet, cursing.
Bud Shoop's gun was tucked in the waistband of his pants. "Go!" said the sheepman. High Chin's hand flashed to his hip. His gun jumped and spoke. Shoop's wrist turned. Both bottles were shattered on the instant. A tie was declared. The men were placed with their backs toward the targets two empty bottles. The sheepman faced them, with his hands behind his back.
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