And I consider that in buying his cattle I am doing him a favor.

I am not gloating over the opportunity--it is merely business." "Why didn't you offer Kelton the Lazy Y range ?" he said with a twisting grin.
She could not keep the triumph out of her voice.

"I did," she answered.

"He wouldn't take it because he didn't like you--doesn't like you.

He told me that he knew you when you were a boy and you weren't exactly his style." Thus eliminated as a conversationalist, and defeated in his effort to cast discredit upon her, Calumet maintained a sneering silence.
But when they rode up to the Diamond K ranchhouse, he flung a parting word at her.
"I reckon you can go an' talk cattle to your man, Kelton," he said.
"I'm afraid that if he goes gassin' to me I'll smash his face in." He rode back to the horse corral, which they had passed, to look again at a horse inside which had attracted his attention.
The animal was glossy black except for a little patch of white above the right fore-fetlock; he was tall, rangy, clean-limbed, high-spirited, and as Calumet sat in the saddle near the corral gate watching him he trotted impudently up to the bars and looked him over.
Then, after a moment, satisfying his curiosity, he wheeled, slashed at the gate with both hoofs, and with a snort, that in the horse language might have meant contempt or derision, cavorted away.
Calumet's admiring glance followed him.