Mr. Scraggs

A ranch is like a man: it has something that belongs to it, that don't belong to no other ranch. This was a kind of sober-minded concern; it was a thoughtful sort of a ranch, where everybody went about his work quiet. Smithy was for the book, havin' read it, and Chawley scorned it. The argument lasted a month, and as neither one of 'em knew anything about an Injun, except what you can gather from looking at him over a rifle sight, and as the only Jew either one of 'em ever said two words to was the one that sold Windriver a hat that melted in the first rain-storm, and then him and Chawley went to town and made the Hebrew eat what was left of the hat, after refunding the price.