An' Wils, who seemed good with dogs, was taken off bad hurt the other day.

Lem's been tryin' to rustle feed fer them.

Now we'll give back the dogs you don't want to keep, an' thet way thin out the pack." "Yes, we won't need `em all.

An' I reckon I'll take the worry of this dog-pack off your mind." "Thet's your job, Wade.

My orders are fer you to kill off the varmints.
Lions, wolves, coyotes.