“I can’t see for the life of me, Dad, how my going out there will benefit me,” he declared soberly.
“Son, I know it is a rough life, but if you come through as you should it will make a man of you. You have a good college education, and you can come back East fitted to tackle any business enterprise.”
“Well, Dad, I’m game to try it,” agreed Mason after calm deliberation.
“Here’s your letter of introduction,” said his father, handing him a letter.
The younger man, glancing at the envelope, read:
Tom Walters
Bar X Ranch, Nevada.
Noting his son’s look of surprise he explained:
“The nearest town is called Trader’s Post, and it is about four hours’ ride on horseback. I got in touch with Tom at Trader’s Post by wire.”
“Whew,” whistled Mason, “I suppose I will have to make that trip on horseback. You know, Dad, I’m soft for that sort of thing, having had all my joy rides in a high powered car.”