The outlaw, who had been drinking steadily ever since leaving the
Lazy D, laughed his low, sinister cackle. "Afraid of me, are y'u?
Afraid I'll push y'u off?"
"Not when I'm inside and you don't have chance."
"'Twas a place about like this I drove for thousand of your sheep
over last week. With sheep worth what they are I'm afraid it must
have cost y'u quite a bit. Not that y'u'll miss it where you are
going," he hastened to add.
"It was very like you to revenge yourself on dumb animals."
"Think so?" The "King's" black gaze rested on him. "Y'u'll sing a
different song soon Mr. Bannister. It's humans I'll drive next
time and don't y'u forget it."
"If you get the chance," amended his cousin gently.
"I'll get the chance. I'm not worrying about that. And about
those sheep--any man that hasn't got more sense than to run sheep
in a cow country ought to lose them for his pig-headedness.
"Those sheep were on the right side of the dead-line. You had to
cross it to reach them." Their owner's steady eyes challenged a
denial.
"Is that so? Now how do y'u know that? We didn't leave the herder
alive to explain that to y'u, did we?"
"You admit murdering him?" "To y'u, dear cousin.
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