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I don't know nothin' about it, because, as I remarked previous, I 'ain't follered the totterin' footsteps of the law none too close. Nor do I intend to. I simply draws out of the game fer a spell, and lets the youngster have his fling; then if he can't make good, I'll take the cards and finish it for him. "It's like the time I was ranchin' with an Englishman up in Montana.
"Let's quit ranchin' till this trouble's settled," he declared. "Let's arm an' ride the trails an' meet these men half-way.... It won't help our side any to wait till you're shot in the back." More than one of Isbel's supporters offered the same advice. "No; we'll wait till we know for shore," was the stubborn cattleman's reply to all these promptings. "Know! Wal, hell!
I was two days stealing this story, between the blushes of the mechanical Superintendent. He related, also, that a man wearing high-cut trousers and milk on his boot had entered his office when he had got to his first position as master-mechanic and held out a hand, smiling, "Vell, you don't know me yet, ain't it? I'm Martin the fireman; I quit ranchin' already, an' I want a jobs."
The boys are all turrible in earnest about this gol-lof. An' I want to say, for the good of ranchin', not to mention a possible fight, that Monty an' Link hev got to be beat. There'll be no peace round this ranch till that's done." Madeline's guests were much amused. As for herself, in spite of her scarcely considered doubt, Stillwell's tale of woe occasioned her anxiety.
I got to havin' hopes, studyin' books, an' you know how I've been lookin' into this ranchin' game. I stopped drinkin' an' saved my money. Wal, she knows all thet. Once she said she was proud of me. But it didn't seem to count big with her. An' if it can't count big I don't want it to count at all. I reckon the madder Bo is at me the more chance I've got.
But, say, it's only playin' at ranchin' on twenty thousand fenced. I was raised in Wyoming." "All right," Stone had replied. "Play hard and we'll get along first-rate." Every inch of Brand Williams's six feet was steeped in the astringent of experience. He played hard and prospered, as did his employer. Collie stood awaiting the foreman's instructions. "Ever mend fence?" asked Williams. "Nope."
How much do yo' suppose the S Bar is wo'th, Anton?" "Well, with five good springs two rock tanks and three gravel ones, she's a first-class layout. The pick of the country. I'd say twenty thousand." "The robbers!" muttered Kid Wolf. "What's on the program?" asked Frank Lathum. "We can't do much ranchin' without cattle." "No," admitted The Kid. "We must get those cattle back."
But he was a man. He had it to do an' he done it." Alice shuddered: "And then what became of him, then?" "Why, then, he went back to ranchin'. He owns the Bar X horse outfit over on the White Mud. This here, Owen that was his brother's name was just like a son to him. Jim tried to steer him straight, but the kid was just naturally a bad egg.
"And cattle are grazin' on the east side," said Loring. Sundown scratched his head. "I reckon I got to see Jack," he said. "And you'll waste time, at that," said Loring. "Look here! Are you ranchin' to hold down the water-hole for Corliss or to make a livin'?" Sundown hesitated. He gazed across the yard to the distant mesa. Suddenly a figure crossed the pathway to the gate.
"Old Jim says hit will be eight years before the ranchin' business can git back on hits feet, en by that time he'll be moulderin' dust en dry bones. Old Jim's still harpin' on that funeral business. Now he plans to hold a big barbecue en send out invitations. Jim's got the money all right, but he wants to spend hit on a big, spread-eagle funeral." "Adine should know about this.
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