"I'd take a fall outa them if I ketched 'em skinning any baby bear cubs while I was around." H.J.Owens glanced behind him with an uneasiness not altogether assumed.
"Let's go down into this next gully to talk it over, Buck," he suggested with an air of secretiveness that fired the Kid's imagination.

"They started out to follow me, and I don't want 'em to see me talking to you, you know." The Kid went with him unsuspectingly.

In all the six years of his life, no man had ever offered him injury.

Fear had not yet become associated with those who spoke him fair.

Nesters he did not consider friends because they were not friends with his bunch.