The Heart of the Range by William Patterson White
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acknowledged the corn. "It's possible," he admitted.
Mr. Saltoun saw his advantage and seized it. "S'pose now this is another mistake?" "Tell you what I'll do," said Racey. "You said you had jobs for a couple of handsome young fellers like us. Aw right. We go to work. We ride for you six months for nothing." "Huh?" Mr. Saltoun and Tom Loudon stared their astonishment. "Oh, the cat's got more of a tail than that," said Racey. "You don't pay us a nickel for those six months _provided_ what I said will happen, don't happen. If it does happen like I say, you pay each of us two hundred large round simoleons per each and every month." "Come again," said Mr. Saltoun, wrinkling his forehead. Racey came again as requested. "Six months is a long time" frowned Mr. Saltoun. "If I lose--" "But I dunno what I'm talkin' about," pointed out Racey. "I make mistakes, you know that. And you were so shore nothin' was gonna happen. Are you still shore?" "Well--" hesitated Mr. Saltoun. "If you take us up you stand to be in the wages of two punchers for six months. That's four hundred and eighty dollars. Almost five |
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