“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Seaforth said. “The only way I can figure to settle this is for my men and me to take your herd.” The man shrugged. “It’s only fair.”
“You’re not takin’ our herd.”
“Are you going to stop us?” Seaforth asked.
“We are.”
“In case you can’t add,” Seaforth said to Chance, “you’re outnumbered two-to-one.”
“There’s a rifle pointed right at you, Major,” Jake said. “If you and your men try anythin’, you’ll be the first to die.”