"Yes."
"And all the time been playing himself for the leader of us fellows that are against the rustlers and that Bear Creek outfit," continued Jim bitterly. "Why, we been talking of electing him sheriff. Durn his forsaken hide, he's been riding round asking the boys to vote for him on a promise to clean out the miscreants."
"You can oppose him, of course. But we have no absolute proof against him yet. We must have proof that nobody can doubt."
"I reckon. And'll likely have to wait till we're gray."
"I don't think so. My guess is that he's right near the end of his rope. We're going to make a clean-up soon as I get solid on my feet."
"And Phil? What if we catch him in the gather, and find him wearing the bad-man brand?"
Keller's eyes met those of his friend. "There never was a rodeo where some cattle didn't slip through unnoticed, Jim."