His growing crops and machinery. The bunch
of old cows and calves he's pleased to call his 'herds.' Also three
teams of Shire-bred heavy draft horses, and six hundred and forty acres
of first-class wheat land and grazing that only needs capital and
hustle to set right on top. I don't guess it'll worry us any to hand
it all it needs that way. This buy will join up my 'O----' territory
with your 'T.T.' grazing, and will turn the combination into one of the
finest ranching propositions west of Calthorpe, and one which even
Montana needs to be proud of."
He leaned back in his chair with a certain air of satisfaction. But
there was just a shade of anxiety, too, in the glance with which he
favored his friend. However, he need have felt no misgivings. Bud
Tristram had none. He understood the keen business brain underlying
his friend's tumbled fair hair. Moreover, Jeff, who was only half the
older man's age, was regarded with something like parental affection.
They had fought their way up together from obscure beginnings to their
present affluence, as the owners of the "T.
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