He had a covered wagon and a small tent, and a team of hobbled horses was feeding near.

Before the farmers had time to cross the stream the cattlemen came in sight, riding rapidly, and the Pratts waited for them to come up.

As they halted on the opposite bank of the stream the sheep owner came out of his tent with a rifle in his arm and advanced calmly to meet them.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he called pleasantly, but the slant of his chin was significant.

He was a tall, thin man with a long beard.

He wore an ordinary sombrero, with wide, stiff brim, a gray shirt, and loose, gray trousers.