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Updated: May 11, 2025
Somehow or other he generally managed to impress people with the conviction that he was a fool. But he wasn't a fool by any means. No, not by any means. What was more, before he had done with Rocky Springs he would show some of them. He would show Mr. O'Brien. Greenbacked cattle! The thought thoroughly annoyed him.
In the light of greenbacked cattle, that, too, seemed like perfect nonsense, unless, of course, some one were living in the neighborhood of the tree. He could not remember to have seen a house there. Wait a minute. Yes, there was. A smallish log building, not far from the new church. Of course. That was it. Why hadn't that fool O'Brien said so right out instead of leaving him guessing?
For the moment I thought you were talking of cattle greenbacked cattle. Guess you surely have the laugh on me." O'Brien nodded. "That's so," he admitted, and Bill closed the door behind him as the saloonkeeper extinguished the second lamp. Big Brother Bill hurried away in the darkness. He swung along with long, powerful strides that roused dull echoes as he moved down the wide, wood-lined trail.
"Charlie Bryant, bein' a rancher, guess he's roundin' up a bunch of 'strays. Y'see, he's got a few greenback stock he's mighty pertickler about. They was last seen around that pine." Bill stared. "Greenbacked cattle?" he exclaimed incredulously. O'Brien laughed outright, and Bill was no longer left in doubt as to his malady.
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