You're ambitious, eh?
Well, listen! "Tonight you're leadin' this little party.

You're to run off them cattle of Lawler's--three thousand head--which he euchered me out of last fall.
You're takin' three thousand head, Slade--not a one less.

If you take less you're through with me.

You'll run 'em down through Kinney's canon, clear through to the big basin beyond.

At the other end you'll head 'em south, to Mexico--where we've been runnin' 'em for three years past.
You'll take a receipt for them from a guy named Miguel Lomo, who will be waitin' for you at Panya--where you knifed that Oiler last summer.
Warden arranged that.
"You'll post a dozen men in Kinney's canon, to drop anyone that follows.
There's goin' to be no excuses, or you settle with me--afterward.
Understand ?" Slade's eyes glared with savage triumph and defiance.