The cattleman's teeth
clicked together and he slapped his hand against his thigh in a reach
for the gun which was not there.
"Look behind you," he said to Calder. "A wolf!"
He made a grab for the marshal's gun, but the latter forestalled him.
"Go easy, partner," he said, grinning, "that's only the running
mate of the horse. He's not a wolf, at least not according to his
owner--and as for being wild--look at that!"
Bart had stalked calmly into the shed and now lay curled up exactly
beneath the feet of the stallion.
The two guests received a warmer welcome from Sam Daniels' wife when
they reached the house. Their son, Buck, had been expected home
for supper, but it was too late for them to delay the meal longer.
Accordingly they sat down at once and the dinner was nearly over when
Buck, having announced himself with a whoop as he rode up, entered,
banging the door loudly behind him. He greeted the strangers with a
careless wave of the hand and sat down at the table. His mother placed
food silently before him. No explanations of his tardiness were asked
and none were offered. The attitude of his father indicated clearly
that the boy represented the earning power of the family.
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