"Gentle Annie," he replied, finally, "I told you long ago you was good fer somethin' if we could jest hit on it. You're a born duder!"
"Thanks! I feel as complimented as the fellow in the Passion Play who is cast for Judas Iscariot."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about—I've only seen a few draymas—but you got the looks and the figger and a way about you that I've noticed takes with women. You'd make a great dude wrangler. Bleeve me, you've thought of somethin'!"
"I wasn't thinking of myself, but of the place here—the scenery—the climate—fishing in the mountains—hunting in season——"
"And"—Pinkey interrupted—"the strongest stream of salt water in the state fer mineral baths, with the Yellowstone Park in your front dooryard!"
In his enthusiasm he pounded Wallie on the back.
"It would be an asset, having the Park so close," the latter agreed, his eyes shining.
Pinkey went on:
"You kin run dudes whur you can't run sheep or cattle. What you need is room—and we're there with the room. Fresh air, grasshoppers, views any way you look—why, man, you got everything!"
"Except money," said Wallie, suddenly.