"There's a heap of ways I ain't up to specifications," he
admitted, cheerfully.

"And who are they--the men that were attacking you?"

There was a gleam of irrepressible humor in the bold eyes. "Your
cow-punchers, ma'am."

"My cow-punchers?"

"They ce'tainly belong to the Lazy D outfit."

"And you say that you shot one of my men yesterday?" He could see
her getting ready for a declaration of war.

"Down by Willow Creek-- Yes, ma'am," he answered, comfortably.

"And why, may I ask?" she flamed

"That's a long story, Miss Messiter. It wouldn't be square for me
to get my version in before your boys. Y'u ask them." He
permitted himself a genial smile, somewhat ironic. "I shouldn't
wonder but what they'll give me a giltedged testimonial as an
unhanged horse thief."

"Isn't there such a thing as law in Wyoming?" the girl demanded.

"Lots of it. Y'u can buy just as good law right here as in
Kalamazoo."