You can't run a ranch without water.

And when he'd took the case up and up till it got to the Supreme Court, and he stood some show of winnin' out--he had an accident.

He was drug to death by his horse." Brit stooped and opened the stove door, seeking a live coal; found none and turned again to Lorraine, shaking his pipe at her for emphasis.
"We try to prove Fred was murdered, and what's the result?
Something happens: to me, mebby, or Frank, or both of us.

And you can't say, 'Here, I know the Sawtooth had a hand in that.' You got to _prove_ it! And when you've proved it," he added bitterly, "you got to have officers that'll carry out the law instead of using it to hog-tie yuh." His futile, dull anger surged up again.

"You call us cowards because we don't git up on our hind legs and fight the Sawtooth.