The Flying U's Last Stand by B. M. Bower
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that hurried through narrow bottom lands guarded by high
bluffs that were for the most part barren. The land was there, all right. But-- "What I can't see," he observed after a minute during which Miss Florence Hallman studied his averted face, "what I can't see is, where do the settlers get off at?" "At Easy street, if they're lucky enough," she told him lightly. "My business is to locate them on the land. Getting a living off it is THEIR business. And," she added defensively, "people do make a living on ranches out here." "That's right," he agreed again--he was finding it very pleasant to agree with Florence Grace Hallman. "Mostly off stock, though." "Yes, and we encourage our clients to bring out all the young stock they possibly can; young cows and horses and--all that sort of thing. There's quantities of open country around here, that even the most optimistic of homeseekers would never think of filing on. They can make out, all right, I guess. We certainly urge them strongly to bring stock with them. It's always been famous as a cattle country--that's one of our highest cards. We tell them--" "How do you do that? Do you go right to them and TALK to them?" "Yes, if they show a strong enough interest--and bank |
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