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You will see great pastures fenced in with coyote-proof wire pastures to be used in lambing time so the young creatures will be safe from prairie-dogs." "Do you have coyotes on the range?" "Do we? Do we? Folks would know you for a tenderfoot right off if they heard you ask that question! The coyote, I'd have you know, is the pest of the sheepman. He's the meanest critter but there, why be talking?
"I'll ride along with you," Reid offered; "I can't do him any good by going down to see him. Anybody gone for a doctor?" "Rabbit's the only doctor. I suppose she can do him as much good as anybody he'll die, anyhow." "He's not cut out for a sheepman," said Reid, ruminatively, shaking his head in depreciation.
Ida Bennet's hat is to be trimmed with violets. I shall not go one step toward Cactus without a new hat. If I were a man I would get one." Two men listened uneasily to this disparagement of their kind. One was Wells Pearson, foreman of the Mucho Calor cattle ranch. The other was Thompson Burrows, the prosperous sheepman from the Quintana Valley.
A helped the priest t' bury it in the snow! Next year, was the Rebellion! Y'r sheepman an' his wife, Miss Eleanor here was na' born then, had come down from the North. The Indians loved him. They'd never touch him; but when the Rebellion broke out, 'twas Wandering Spirit went dancing mad for revenge from one end o' the Reserve t' th' other!
Cost what they will, cried Panurge, trade with me for one of them, paying you well. Our friend, quoth the quacklike sheepman, do but mind the wonders of nature that are found in those animals, even in a member which one would think were of no use.
"The man who rings the bells told me that he thought it must be a sheepman from Las Palmas. He went to see. . . . I didn't wait. . . ." Nor did this man wait now. Again he had wheeled; now he was racing along the arroyo, urging a tired horse that he might lose no unnecessary handful of moments.
Somewhere back in the wild brakes is the hidin' place of the Hash Knife Gang. Nobody but me, I reckon, associates Colonel Jorth, as he's called, with Daggs an' his gang. Maybe Blaisdell an' a few others have a hunch. But that's no matter. As a sheepman Jorth has a legitimate grievance with the cattlemen.
"Well," responded Hardy, "of course there are several things you might do to accommodate me, but maybe you wouldn't mind telling me how you got in here, just for instance?" "Always glad to 'commodate where I can, of course," returned the sheepman grimly. "I came in over the top of them Four Peaks yonder." "Um," said Hardy, glancing up at the rocky walls.
Here I stand, unarmed, and he's afraid to come out! But if there's a man amongst you, send him down, and if he licks me I'll go around." "You'll go around anyhow, you Mormon-faced wool-puller!" replied the cowman promptly, "and we're here to see to it, so you might as well chase yourself." "No, I like this side," said the sheepman, pretending to admire the scenery.
He's got to die, by gum," the old sheepman said, his eyes like frozen stars. "We all have to do that. Just when does my time come?" Weaver asked. "Now," cried Sanderson, with a bitter oath. Phil swallowed hard. He had grown white beneath the tan. The thing they were about to do seemed awful to him. "Good God! You're not going to murder him, are you?" protested Larrabie.
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