Usually he laughed at Pink's drollery.
They rode rather quietly upon the hill again, to where fed the sheep.
During the hour or so that they had been absent the sheep had not moved appreciably; they still grazed close enough to the boundary to make their position seem a direct insult to the Flying U, a virtual slap in the face.

And these young men who worked for the Flying U, and who made its interests right loyally their own, were growing very, very tired of turning the other cheek.

With them, the time for profanity and for horseplay bluffing and judicious temporizing was past.

There were other lips besides Weary's that were drawn tight and thin when they approached that particular band of sheep.

More than one pair of eyes turned inquiringly toward him and away again when they met no answering look.
They topped a rise of ground, and in the shallow wrinkle which had hidden him until now they came full upon Dunk Whittaker, riding a chunky black which stepped restlessly about while he conferred in low tones with a couple of the herders.