I've got a rare good horse for you--old Smoked Beef.

He'd moonlight cattle by himself, I believe.

You'd better have a pistol, though." "What for ?" asked Carew, as Considine produced three very heavy navy revolvers and a bag of cartridges.
"To shoot any beast that won't stay with the mob.

Some of 'em won't be stopped.

They have to go.