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Updated: July 1, 2025
He would have stayed even in the face of the change that had come to the range-land but he could not bear to see the familiar line of low hills which marked the Double-Crank and, farther down, the line-camp, and know that Flora was gone quite away from him into the North.
It was a tragedy to Charming Billy Boyle; it was as if the range-land were a woman he loved well, and as if civilization were the despoiler, against whom he had no means of defense. All this and besides, Flora. He had not spoken to her for two months. He had not seen her even, save for a passing glimpse now and then at a distance.
Then, as they neared again on the second round, the words came pensively: "Her beauty was so-o-old For an old man's go-o-old, She's a bird in a gilded ca-a-age." Thurston rode slowly like one in a dream, and the lure of the range-land was strong upon him.
Emerging from the mountain trail just as dawn broke, her eyes brightened as she took in the flat, familiar country, even noting a distant line of wire fence, and for the first time in many hours despair gave place to sudden hope. Where there was range-land there must be cattle and men to tend them, and her experience with Western cow-men had not been confined to those of Lynch's type.
He looked at the book again. He seemed to see Dill slumped loosely down in the old rocker, a slippered foot dangling before him, reading solemnly from this same little blue book, the day he came to tell him about the ditch, and that he must lease all the land he could the day when the shadow of passing first touched the range-land. At least, the day when he had first seen it there.
Thurston crushed her close. "Stay? The range-land will never get rid of me now," he cried jubilantly. "Hank wanted to take me into the Lazy Eight, so now I'll buy an interest, and stay always." "You dear!" Mona snuggled close and learned how it feels to be kissed, if she had never known before.
Yet it was a sound familiar enough on the range-land merely the beat of a horse's hoofs, faint and far away, but growing rapidly nearer. "Wait!" she called into the receiver, "Just a minute." Her frightened eyes sought Mrs. Archer and read confirmation in the elder woman's strained attitude of listening. "Some one's coming," the girl breathed.
The Happy Family, together with the aliens who swelled the crew to round-up size, was foregathered at the largest Flying U corral, watching a bunch of newly bought horses circle, with much snorting and kicking up of dust, inside the fence. It was the interval between beef-and calf-roundups, and the witchery of Indian Summer held the range-land in thrall.
The smoke from the half-buried chimney turned to a moving silver plume across the blue of the winter night sky intense and warm as though it reflected an August lake. The door of the cabin opened with a sharp thrust and Sheila stepped out. She walked quickly through the firs and stood on the edge of the open range-land, beyond and below which began the dark ridge of the primeval woods.
If he discovered them they would lose a dollar each but if they discovered a girl such as Andy had pictured, they felt that it would be a dollar well lost. In the range-land many strange things may happen. Irish and Jack pulled up short when, off to their right, in a particularly, lonely part of that country, broken into seamed coulees and deep-scarred hills, they heard a faint halloo.
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