Pete hauls a bale of hay down off the wagon and tosses it onto the floor, "Ya here the announcement by the Foreman from double hills?"

Hank snorts and buries his grips into the bale, "Damn, sure did!" He hoists the hay high and stomps towards the barn, "Damn bossy of him if you ask me, demanding the law look into this rustling business like he was the only rancher in the county affected by this menace."

Another bale is tossed to the ground and Pete replies, "Uhuh! Seems like mebbe he could give a tootin holler that we've lost nearly twice the heads he has."

"Dunno, but it sure ain't like the law around here doesn't have enough on their hands trying to catch these fellas without Quintan's post drawing in every god forsaken bounty hunter and wanna be lawman into town." *Thump* "Fact is now the Marshal and Sheriff are now going to have to split their time between patroling for rustlers and keeping the peace in town."

Pete spits to the ground and pauses to catch his breath, "Aww hell, ain't like I'm surprised. He's a Quintan ain't he? Ya really expect him to be doing anything other than tossing his weight around like an angry bull?"

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