CHAPTER XI.
Rowdy Promoted.
Rowdy rode closer. "If you don't mind paying duty," he began tentatively, "I can put you next to a range over the line, where I'll guarantee feed and water the year round for every hoof you own."
Eagle Creek lifted his head and looked at him. "Whereabouts?" he demanded skeptically.
"Up in the Red Deer country. Pink knows the place. There's range a-plenty, and creeks running through that never go dry; and the country isn't stocked and fenced to death, like this is."
"And would we be ordered off soon as we got there?"
"Sure not—if you paid duty, which would only be about double what you were going to pay for one year's pasture."
Eagle Creek breathed deeply, like a man who has narrowly escaped suffocation. "Young man, I b'lieve you're a square dealer, and that yuh savvy the cow business. I've thought it ever since yuh
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