“He’s dead.”
“And she?”
“I’ve sent her back to her people in Devonshire.”
Haig gripped hard the hand that was still clasped in his own, and there was a moment of silence.
“Well,” said Haig, “we’ll have a nip of whisky, and then––You’ve come back to take your ranch, of course.”
“I came back for that, but I can’t figure out that it’s mine now.”
“How’s that?” asked Haig, pouring out the drinks.
“I left three hundred head of cattle, and now I learn there are thirteen hundred head, almost.”
“Don’t let that worry you. I’ve sold enough of the increase to bring back all the money they cost me. So we’re quits.”