H. Bedford-Jones

“ The rifle from the other saddle had also been fired recently. Robinson looked down at the dead man and shook his head sadly.
"You fellows," he observed, "have been sowing the wind up in this county—and now you're going to reap the whirlwind. You'll reap it good and plenty, and she'll strike sudden; she always does. Steve! Can you swear to it that Buck fired one of the shots?"
"I seen him rise up with his gun a-smokin'," averred Steve Arnold.
"Then let's you and me lay off of Buck entirely." Robinson smiled harshly at the dead man. ”

“ With this he put spurs to his cayuse and careered down the road in a cloud of dust. Steve Arnold looked after him, scowled down at the dead man, then reined about and started on the back trail. He was quivering, tremulous with a stern excitement. ”

“ Robinson smiled. "Steve, can I trust you to turn in back there and say nothin'—keep your head level—just be nice and polite to Buck and his man Chuck Hansom? Can ye do it, cowboy?"
"Can if I got to. Why?"
"Then go do it, and stick around till you gets a chance to wise up Stella to the facts of the case. Take Buck's rifle; we may need a real gun 'fore we get through. I'll ride this feller's hoss and take his Winchester. Buck's hoss we'll send home by his ownself." ”