They figure if he gets enough cash,
he'll quit. And they don't want him to quit. He thinks he's the big
smoke--but all he is is hired man to big money."
"He's been played, right along--same as us, eh?"
"Same as us."
"Well, Ed, I don't mind takin' a long chanct--but I sure don't aim to
let any man make a monkey of me."
"Then you want to quit this game," said Brevoort. "Why don't you kind
of change hosses and take a fresh start? You ain't been in the game so
long but what you can pull out."
"I was thinkin' of that. But what's a fella goin' to do? Here we be,
ridin' straight for the Olla. Right soon the sun'll be shinin' and the
hosses millin' round in the corral and gittin' warmed up, and Brent'll
be tellin' us he can use us helpin' push them cattle through to the
south end: and I reckon we'll change our saddles and git right to work,
thinkin' all the time of quittin', but keepin' along with the job jest
the same. A fella kind of hates to quit any job till it's done. And I
figure this here deal ain't even started to make trouble--yet. Wait
till the T-Bar-T outfit gits a-goin'; and mebby the Concho, and the
Blue Range boys.
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