"You hate fightin'.

This gent Mac Strann likes it; he lives on it; he don't do nothing but wait from day to day hungerin' for a scrap.

What's the out?
Jest this! You hop on your hoss and ride out with me.

Young Jerry Strann kicks out--Mac Strann starts lookin' for you--he hears that you've beat it--he goes off and forgets about you.

Ain't that simple ?" The old uneasiness returned to the far-seeing eyes of Dan Barry.
"I dunno," he said, "maybe----" Then he paused again.
"Have you got anything to say agin it ?" urged Buck, arguing desperately.
"I dunno," repeated Barry, confused, "except that I keep thinking what a terrible disappointment it'll be to this Mac Strann when his brother dies and I ain't around." Buck Daniels stared, blinked, and then burst into unmelodious laughter.
Satan trotted across the corral and raised his head above the fence, whinnying softly.