“What's laddie mean?”
“'Tis my way of boy, kid, or son.” MacDonald's voice was low and gruff, but sounded kind. Lorenz was beginning to think the man a fraud. People feared him because he was huge. Sheer meanness probably wasn't in him. The problem was his size. If the man got aholt of somebody, he would do damage, mean or not. Worse, it was possible he was someone that Lorenz had heard about.
“You and Mr. Rolfe,” Lorenz emphasized Mister to see if MacDonald took offense and didn't see the warning glint in MacDonald's eyes. When no verbal warning came, he continued, “are you all called the Bear and the Wolf?”
MacDonald chuckled. “Aye, the Comanche have called us that. Where did ye hear it?”
“In Zale's camp. Wolf, Mr. Rolfe wuz after 'em. Ah saw him once. He was slow skinnin' a man. Sca
