" He was not a little surprised at himself and a bit fearful. Yet
he felt justified in his suggestion. Theoretically he had made a fair
offer. Practically his offer was of no value. Sheep and cattle could
not occupy the same range. Loring grumbled something and shoved back
his chair. They rose and stepped to the veranda.
"If you can get Corliss to agree to what you say--and quit runnin'
cattle on the water-hole side--I'll quit runnin' sheep there." And
Loring waved his hand toward the north.
"But the Concho is on the west side--" began Sundown.
"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. He jerked up his
head and stood with mouth open. It couldn't be--but, yes, it was
Anita--Linda Rosa! Gee Gosh! He turned to Loring. "I been tellin'
you the truth," he said simply.
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