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Rh curbed—"you remember what you did to that red and white heifer, Hollister? I'll do the same to you. Keep the names of those women free of your mouth or I'll slit that slimy tongue of yours."

He relinquished the reins. They had come out of the Gap. Jackson prodded Hollister's mount with his own spur. It shot ahead and he and Sheridan turned off across the mesa towards the Circle S. The crowd from Metzal rode in silence. That threat of Sheridan's had carried conviction. And they let Hollister ride a little apart, as if they were not anxious to be too closely identified with him.