"Seein' hell," said Lin, "and there's more of it above ground than I thought." "What'll we do?" Honey inquired. "Have to walk for a job a good-payin' job," responded the hopeful cow-puncher. And he and Honey went to town. Lin found a job in twenty-five minutes, becoming assistant to the apothecary in Mesa. Established at the drug-store, he made up the simpler prescriptions.
The feller that gathered them curiosities hed hunt forty square miles apiece for 'em. But it's good-payin' policy, and it fetches lots of settlers to the Territory. They come here hummin' and walks around the wilderness, and 'Where's the plums? says they. 'Can't you see I'm busy? says the land agent; and out they goes. But you needn't to worry, ma'am.
"That's the shade flapping." Buzz turned toward the inside wooden stairway that led to the half-story above. But his mother followed, with surprising agility for so heavy a woman. She put a hand on his arm. "Such a good-payin' job, Ernie. An' you said only yesterday you liked it. Somethin' must've happened." There broke a grim little laugh from Buzz.