against the wall and looked across the room at the latest arrival. "Don't want a job, do you?" he asked.
Bill shook his head slowly, wondering why the hunters had frowned at a job being offered on another man's ranch. "I 'm headed north. But I 'll give you a hand for a week if you need me," he offered.
Buck smiled. "Much obliged, friend; but it 'll leave me worse off than before. My other puncher 'll be back in a few weeks with th' supplies, but I need four men all year 'round. I got a thousand head to brand yet."
The elder hunter looked up. "Drive 'em back to cow-country an' sell 'em, or locate there," he suggested.
Buck's glance was as sharp as his reply, for he could n't believe that the hunter had so soon forgotten what he had been told regarding the ownership of the cattle. "I don't own 'em. This range is bought an' paid for. I won't lay down."
"I done forgot they ain't yourn," hastily replied
