"
"Here, too," acquiesced another. "I got a round-up on Wind Creek
to cut out them two-year-olds. If 'twas my say-so, I'd order Mac
on that job."
"Right kind of y'u. Seems to me"--Mac's sarcastic eye trailed
around to include all those who had been singing her
praises--"the new queen of this hacienda won't have no trouble at
all picking a prince consort when she gets round to it. Here's
Wun Hop, not what y'u might call anxious, but ce'tainly willing.
Then Denver's some in the turtle-dove business, according to that
hash-slinger in Cheyenne. Missou might be induced to accept if it
was offered him proper; and I allow Jim ain't turned the color of
Redtop's hair jest for instance. I don't want to leave out
'Frisco and the other boys carrying Bannister's pills--"
"Nor McWilliams. I'd admire to include him," murmured Denver.
That sunburned, nonchalant youth laughed musically. "Sure thing.
I'd hate to be left out. The only difference is--"
"Well?"
His roving eye circled blandly round. "I stand about one show in
a million. Y'u roughnecks are dead ones already."
With which cold comfort he sauntered away to join Miss Messiter
and the foreman, who now appeared together at the door of the
ranchhouse, prepared to make a tour of the buildings and the
immediate corrals.
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