And I don't guess there's very much chance of gittin' them back, either, because we don't know whereabouts they took 'em to.

Way I look at it, you're doin' about the only thing that can be did--cleanin' out this range and drivin' the hawses all up on the north range.

That kinda leaves the jam pot empty when they come lickin' their lips for more of the same." "Well, I guess you're right, Bill.

And how do you figure young Jewel not being here?
His saddle is out there in the shed, and all his horses are here." "Him ?" Bill laughed a little.

"Me, I don't aim to do no figgerin' about Skyrider.