Your partner, as we told yuh coming over, we've got the dead immortal cinch on, right now.

And--well you can see what you're up against.

But we'll give yuh a chance.

Have you got any family ?" Oleson, trying to pull himself together, shook his head.
"Well, then, you can get rid of them sheep, can't yuh?
Sell 'em, ship 'em outa here--we don't give a darn what yuh do, only so yuh get 'em off the range." "Y-yes, I'll do that." Oleson's consent was reluctant, but it was fairly prompt.

"I'll get rid of the sheep," he said, as if he was minded to clinch the promise.