I'm goin' to save most of the wheat on my ranches.

An' bein' a Westerner who can see ahead, I know there's goin' to be blood spilled....

I'd give a lot to know who sent this Nash spyin' on me.

I'm satisfied now he's an agent, a spy, a plotter for a gang that's marked me.

I can't prove it yet, but I feel it.