"See, Bud," Jeff went on, a moment later. "The spring round-up's
through. We're going to fix this deed right away. When the attorneys
have robbed us all they need, and Nat's handed over, there'll be a good
month to haying. That month I'm going to spend in the Cathills. I'll
be back for the hay."
The other eased himself in his rocker. Then for some moments no sound
broke the silence of the room.
"It's been a heavy spring," Bud said at last.
Jeff nodded. His thoughts were away in the Cathills.
"Seems to me," Bud went on. "Work kind o' worries me some these
times." He smiled. "Guess the wheels need the dope of leisure. Mebbe
I ain't as young as you."
"No."
Jeff's attention was still wandering.
"Guess the Cathills is an a'mighty big piece o' country gropin' around
in," Bud went on.
"Sure. A hell of a piece. But--it don't signify."
"No-o," Bud meditated. Then he added: "I was kind o' thinkin'."
"How?"
"Why, mebbe two folks chasin' up a pin in a bunch o' grass is li'ble to
halve most o' the chances agin either of 'em jabbin' their hands on the
business end of it.
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