 Yeah? And then a couple of weeks later, he hired me to go out and butcher a couple of steers right on the range where the ranchers would be sure to find out about them, see? And when the ranchers found where their steers were butchered, they blamed the nesters, is that right? Yes, sir. And to get even, they closed off the water. And a range war started. That was the whole idea, Roy. It was Mr. Fisher's, though, not mine. I didn't know what I was getting into, really, I didn't. All I want is to be left...