“That’s because I never chanced across just the right sort of dollar,” Carver explained. “Now this is different.” He produced his lucky coin and handed it over for inspection. “I’m aiming to accumulate a number of others just like this to keep it company.”
Hinman inspected the silver dollar.
“Yes,” he said. “This is a right unusual appearing sort of coin. Don’t know as I ever see one just like it. Now if you really think there’s a chance for you to collect some more like this and take an interest in holding on to them, why we might make a deal. You’ve just effected quite a saving on my taxes, so I can maybe stretch a point. But if I don’t deliver till November, and run ’em meantime on my grass, those critters will cost you fourteen apiece instead of twelve. You’ll be owing me five hundred in place of three.”
“I don’t mind owing you,” said Carver. “We’ll close the deal.”
As he rode away from the Box T he sang:
“Oh, I’ve risked many dollars
On the rambling tumbleweed
And only one on pumpkins
But that one went to seed.”