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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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angerwith a mournful smile. Ill just climbonto my KT ol cayuse an git back. Get back where? questioned themanager abruptly. To Carrizo Creek, returned thestranger. I reckon Ill stay there.Thats a right pretty range an I mightas well take up a quarter section. Youaint changed yore mind about thatjob? No! again snapped the manager.You figuring on nestering over on Car-rizo? Yes, returned the stranger; itsa right pretty bit of country. Youreckon ? 74° THE NESTER ON CARRIZO 741 It is, answered the manager quiet-ly. There aint none prettier. But itaint just the place Id go if I wasthinking of nestering. Shucks! exclaimed the stranger.You dont say! But there aint anytwo men got the same idee about things.You reckon? me none, observed the stranger with aweary smile. Ive only got twenty-head. For a moment he hesitated asthough he would have said somethingmore, and then shutting his teeth grimly,he went out and mounted his pony. From the office window Tuckerwatched him as he went out into the
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VE SHORE GOT TO HAVE A JOB, REPEATED THE STRANGER. No, said the manager shortly.Theres a cabin and some sheds overthere. You dont happen to know whatbecame of the man who built them? No, said the stranger. Tucker smiled coldly. If I was inyour place Id find out before I decidedto take up any land over there. You dont mean— began thestranger. The Lazy J company is in businessto make money, announced Tuckersignificantly. It dont want any manscattle grazing up the grass hereabouts. I reckon the company wont bother thirty miles of plain that lay betweenthe ranch house and Carrizo Creek.Long after pony and rider had becomea mere dot Tucker sat at his desk be-side the open window, his elbows on thesill, his chin in his hands—meditating.An hour later, when the range bosscame in to make out his daily report,the manager still sat at the window.The dot had disappeared. The managersighed as he turned to the range boss. Were going to have a nester overon Carrizo, he said carelessly as heturne

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