Chapter XX
At the Lazy Double D
DINGWELL squinted over the bunch of cattle in the corral. "Twenty dollars on the hoof, f.o.b. at the siding," he said evenly. "You to take the run of the pen, no culls."
"I heard you before," protested the buyer. "Learn a new song, Dingwell. I don't like the tune of that one. Make it eighteen and let me cull the bunch."
Dave garnered a straw clinging to the fence and chewed it meditatively. "Could n't do it without hurting my conscience. Nineteen—no culls. That's my last word."
"I'd sure hate to injure your conscience, Dingwell," grinned the man from Denver. "Think I 'll wait till you go to town and do business with your partner."
"Think he's easy, do you?"
"Easy!" The cattle-buyer turned the conversation to the subject uppermost in his mind. He had already decided to take the cattle and the formal agreement could wait. "Easy! Say,
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