Ranching for Sylvia by Harold Bindloss
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cover his first expenses would yield him nothing.
"Yes," he returned moodily. "It looks as if it couldn't rain. We ought to go in more for stock-raising; it's safer." "Costs quite a pile to start with, and the ranchers farther west certainly have their troubles. We had a good many calves missing, and now and then prime steers driven off, when I was range-riding." "I haven't heard of any cattle-stealing about here." "No," said the teamster. "Still, I guess we may come to it; there are more toughs about the settlement than there used to be. Indians have been pretty good, but I've known them make lots of trouble in other districts by killing beasts for meat and picking up stray horses. But that was where they had mean whites willing to trade with them." George considered this. It had struck him that the morality of the country had not improved since he had last visited it; though this was not surprising in view of the swarm of immigrants that were pouring in. Grant had pithily said that once upon a time the boys had come there to work; but it now looked as if a certain proportion had arrived on the prairie because nobody could tolerate them at home. Flett and the Methodist preacher seemed convinced that there were a number of these undesirables hanging about Sage Butte, ready for mischief. "Well," he said, "I suppose the first thing to be done is to stop this liquor-running." They had no further conversation for another hour. The poplars rustled |
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