"When I can afford it, I will pay you what your share is worth," Angus told him. "Father left me all he had, because I was the eldest and he knew I would deal fairly. I think it would be fair if we took a third each. That is what I have always intended."
"More than fair," Turkey admitted. "You have done most of the work. I'll hand you that much. So when the time comes, split my third two ways. I'll take one, and you and Jean can take the other."
"You can do what you like with your share," Angus told him, "but of course I will not touch one cent of it. Meanwhile the ranch is increasing in value."
"I know all that," Turkey replied. "Don't tell me you're working for me."
"I will tell you this," said Angus, "anything that injures the ranch injures you."
Turkey eyed him for a moment.
"Well?"
"Well—remember it."
"I'll try," said Turkey. "We don't get along well together. Best way is not to be together. So after this you keep plumb away from me, and I'll keep away from you. Does that go?"
"Yes," said Angus. "And mind you keep to that, you and your friends. Let me alone, and let the ranch alone!"