"That's the way we both came into this country first, you and I," Harris said. "Just like that little shaver on the seat."
"Will they find a place to settle?" she asked, with a sudden hope that the newcomers would find a suitable site for a home.
"Maybe not close around here," he said. "Most of the good sites you can get water on are picked up. But they'll find a place either here or somewhere else a little further on."
He slipped an arm about her shoulders.
"It's been right lonesome planning without a little partner to talk it all over with at night," he said. "Have you come back for keeps to help me make the Three Bar the best outfit in three States? I can't hold down that job alone."
She nodded and leaned against him.
"That's what they wanted—old Bill and Cal," she said. "But it's nice that we want it too. I've come for keeps; and the road to the outside is closed."
They stood and watched the sun pitch over the far edge of the world; and down in the valley below them the hopeful squatters were looking for a place to camp.