Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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in Long Creek bottoms, about fifty miles southwest, where the
cattle could find water as well as good grazing ground. "Fifty miles, gracious! Do you own so much land?" asked Larry of Mr. Wilder. "No. We have a thousand acres, more or less. But my neighbors and I have leased the rights to graze in Lone Creek." "Neighbors?" repeated the elder of the brothers in surprise. "Why I can't see any house but yours. In fact, I haven't seen any since we left Tolopah." "And there isn't any within thirty miles. There are two on the south and more north, even farther away. But we call them neighbors just the same. Anybody within a day's ride is a neighbor," explained the ranchman. And as he noted the look of amusement that appeared on the faces of the brothers, he added: "You won't think so much of distances after you've been out here a while." At the end of two hours, as they mounted the crest of a great roll in the prairies, the dried-up course of a stream was disclosed. "If you follow that, it will lead you to Lone Creek," explained Horace. "Down about ten miles there's a place called the Witches' Pool, where we go fishing. It's so deep it never dries. We'll go there some day." "More ghosts?" inquired Larry as he repeated the name of the pool. |
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