"That's Longhorn. Look out or he 'll gore you," replied the Boss.
"'That 'd be a bloody shame,' as th' Englishman said. Are all his habits as pleasant an' sociable?"
"They 're mostly worse; he's a two-gun man."
"Now ain't that lovely! Wonder what he'd do if I scratch my laig sudden?"
"Let me know ahead of time, so I can get out of th' way. If you do that it 'll save me fifty dollars an' a lot of worry."
"Huh! I won't save it for you. But I wish I could get out my smokin' what 's in my hip pocket, without Longhorn gamblin' on th' move."
The next day Jimmy rode the west section harassed by many emotions. He was weaponless, much to his chagrin and rage. He rode a horse that was such a ludicrous excuse that it made escape out of the question, and they even locked it in the corral at night. He was always under the eyes of a man who believed him ignorant of the surveillance. He already knew that three different brands of cattle "belonged" to the "
