torets

Updated: May 19, 2025

Wheat was down to sixty-six. At length Emma Lewiston spoke. "Well," she hazarded, looking vaguely out across the ranch toward the horizon, leagues distant; "well, Sam, there's always that offer of brother Joe's. We can quit and go to Chicago if the worst comes." "And give up!" exclaimed Lewiston, running the lines through the torets. "Leave the ranch! Give up! After all these years!"

Frank Norris - A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West