Dad needs hands these days.

That's why he's lenient.

But Glenn will cowhide Ruff and I want to see him do it." In Flo Hutter then Carley saw another and a different spirit of the West, a violence unrestrained and fierce that showed in the girl's even voice and in the piercing light of her eyes.
They went back to the horses, got their lunches from the saddlebags, and, finding comfortable seats in a sunny, protected place, they ate and talked.

Carley had to force herself to swallow.

It seemed that the horrid odor of dip and sheep had permeated everything.