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a steel drill were boring into his brain. But he returned the stare without appreciable effort. Racey Dawson was not of those that lower their eyes to any man. "I take it," drawled Racey, "that you're fixing to install all the comforts of home you were just now talking about--a good cook and better wages for the honest working-man?" "Naturally I am." The stranger's eyes shifted to Swing Tunstall's face. "Yeah--naturally." Thus Racey Dawson. The stranger's eyes returned quickly to Racey. There had been a barely perceptible pause between the two words uttered by Racey Dawson. Pauses signify a great deal at times. This might be one of those times and it might not. The stranger couldn't be sure. From that moment the stranger watched Racey Dawson even as the proverbial cat watches the mouse hole. Racey knew that the stranger was watching him. And he knew why. So he smiled with bland stupidity and nodded a foolish head. "What wages?" he inquired. "Fifty per," was the reply. "Where?" "Southeast of Dogville--the Rafter H ranch." "The Rafter H, huh? I thought that was Haley's outfit." "I expect to buy out Haley," explained the stranger, smoothly. "My name's Harpe, Jack Harpe. What may I call you gents?... Dawson _and_ Tunstall, eh? I--" "Haley ain't much better than a nester," interrupted Racey. "He don't own more'n forty cows. What you want with two punchers for a small bunch like that--and at fifty per?" "I know she ain't much of a ranch now," admitted Jack Harpe. "But everything has to have a beginning. I'm figuring on a right smart growth for the Rafter H within the next year or two." "Figuring on opposition maybe?" probed Racey Dawson. "You never can tell." "You can if you go to cutting any of Baldy Barbee's corners. Haley's little bunch never bothers Baldy none, but a man-size outfit so close to the south thataway would shore give him something to think about. Then there's the Anvil ranch east of the B bar B. They'll begin to scratch their heads, you bet. Hall, too, maybe, although he is a good ways to the east." "She's all free range," said Jack Harpe. "I guess I got as good a right here as the next gent." "Providing you can make the next gent see yore side of the case," suggested Racey. "Most folks are willing to listen to reason," stated Jack Harpe. "I ain't so shore," doubted Racey. "You ain't looked at the whole of the layout yet. How about the 88 ranch?" "'The 88?'" re
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