He now thrust his head from the back door.
“Ho!” he called. “Roll out!”
There were sounds of instant activity from the bunk house.
Carver tapped on a door in the ranch house.
“Coming, son,” Nate Younger answered. “Be with you right off.”
The original owner of the Half Diamond H had come down to view it under the new conditions. He had found his old room fitted up in much the same fashion as when he had occupied it in the past. A hundred acres of grassland, untouched by the plow, spread out before the house.
“Don’t find things so much changed right in the immediate foreground, do you, Nate?” Carver asked.
“Not much,” said Nate. “Looks pretty much the same. It is real white of you to reserve the old man’s room for him.”
He listened to the drone of voices from the bunk house.
“Must be considerable of a drain on your finances to feed all the grub-liners these days,” he said.