human
Scapegoats? Yo're right! It's a cold deck--an' you bet Kane never would 'a' dealt from it if he wasn't dead shore he could make th' play stick. Every man in th' pack will swear accordin' to orders, an' who can swear th' other way? It'll be a strange jury, down in Sandy Bend, every man jack of it a friend of Ridley an' th' T & C. Well, I'm a peaceable man, but this is too much. I never saw them fellers before in my life; but on th' day when Corwin starts south with 'em I'll be peaceable no longer--an' I've got friends! There's no tellin' who'll be next if he makes this stick. Who's with me?
gpt
said Quayle;
human
Me, too, cried Idaho.
gpt
There's a dozen hickory knots out on th' ranch that hate Corwin near as much as I do. They'll be with us, mebby even Lukins, hisself. Hey! Where'd Nelson go? he excitedly demanded.
human
Mebby he's out playin' a lone hand!