Bob Smithee snorts, "You're off your rocker Wilkins. They were steer bones plain and simple -- I reckon that feller don't know much about cattle, what bein from New York and all. 'sides, the Bible doesn't say nothin' about no--no--what'd he call them George?"

George Ketson shrugs, "Uh...dino sours. I think." His brow furls thoughtfully, which is a neat trick for George. "Ah tell you what though, that skull in the wagon 'botu four times as big as a steer's."

Bob Wilkins blinks. Four times? Gawd almighty, maybe that's what the painter is doin! He's raising monsterously big cattle! He's gotta tell ol' Quintan this. This could mean real trouble for the ranch!

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