My Foot's In The Stirrup . . . My Pony Won't Stand (Code Of The West) - Plot & Excerpts
Tap questioned. “I certainly want some kind of legal description before I settle with the Land Office.” “You figure on payin’ $1.50 an acre?” “Perhaps less. I surmise there must be 30,000 to 40,000 acres in this drainage. What do you think?” “I don’t have the slightest idea,” Tap admitted, “but it will take you a few days to mark this out, won’t it?” “I reckon so.” “Then I gather my work is over. I brought you here. That was my part of the bargain.” “Yes, you did. But I do have one more chore,” Tracker informed him. Tap pulled on his bandanna and wiped his forehead. “What can I do for you?” “I need you to ride to the nearest telegraph station and wire my trail boss with the location of this range.” “You haven’t bought it yet.”
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