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When Pete got kicked or cuffed he cursed the trader heartily. Once,
after a brutal beating, Young Pete backed to the wagon, pulled the
rifle from beneath the seat, and threatened to kill the trader. After
that the rifle was never left loaded. In his tough little heart Pete
hated his master, but he liked the life, which offered much variety and
promised no little romance of a kind.
Pete had barely existed for twelve years. When the trader came along
with his wagon and ponies and cajoled Pete into going with him, Pete
gladly turned his face toward wider horizons and the great adventure.
Yet for him the great adventure was not to end in the trading of horses
and drifting from town to town all his life.
Old man Annersley held down a quarter-section on the Blue Mesa chiefly
because he liked the country. Incidently he gleaned a living by hard
work and thrift. His homestead embraced the only water for miles in
any direction, water that the upland cattlemen had used from time
immemorial. When Annersley fenced this water he did a most natural and
necessary thing.


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