Nye, he
already knew how the fight began.

"I won't have troublemakers on the Range." Now the voice, too, was tired.
The youthfulness which had impressed Drew on their initial meeting had
drained from this man tonight. He was taut as if pulled harp-string tight
inside. Drew knew that feeling also. But what battle had Rennie emerged
from--some struggle with Shannon or Bayliss?

Then the words made sense, penetrating his concern for the man who had
said them. Well, this dismissal only matched his gloomiest expectations.

"Can't any of you young fools get it through your thick heads that the
war's over? Saloon brawling with the army ain't going to change that.
It'll only get you into worse difficulties around here."

A spark of protest awoke inside Drew. Rennie was reading this all wrong.
He and Anse certainly hadn't been trying to wipe away the bitter taste of
Gainesville by jumping some blue coats in a cantina hundreds of miles and
more than a year away from where they had been forced to admit, at last,
that bulletless carbines and bare feet could not keep on shooting and
marching.

"Must have been mistaken about you, Kirby." Now Rennie looked at Drew.

The Kentuckian met those dark eyes squarely, his first unvoiced protest
stiffening into defiance. But he faced the older man steadily. Anse,
watching them both, drew a small, fast breath. Good thing for Drew there
were no other witnesses now; the likeness between the two Rennies was
unmistakable at this moment.

Hunt Rennie did not follow up his half accusation. He appeared to be
expecting some reply. What? A childish promise to be a good boy, not to do
it again? Drew's half-unconscious concern for this man burned away
speedily, ignited by what he deemed injustice.

Anse broke the too long silence. "I don't know what you heard 'bout that
there fight, suh," he drawled. "Can't see as how we could have done no
different nohow. But that's no call to saddle it all on Drew. Me, I had a
hand--two fists--in it, too. An' if that's what's th' matter, I can pull
out----"

"No!" Drew's hand came up in the old gesture to stop the line of march.
"We'll both ride, Mr. Rennie. We don't aim to argue the matter any.
Only--there's one thing--I brought Shadow and the filly down with the wagon
train. The foal's too young to trail on now. They're blooded stock. I've
papers for them. I'll sell...."

He loathed saying every word of that. It was not only the thought of
giving up Shad