"On the other side!" exclaimed the Texan. "You! Didn't know there was an outfit for sale over there! What is it, Win—sheep, or cattle?"
"Cattle."
Cinnabar shook his head.
Endicott continued, "He must be capable, sober, understand the cattle business, and—married."
"Don't know no one that would quite fill the bill," grinned Cinnabar Joe.
"Hey, Win," cut in Tex, "how would I do? I'm capable of some things—sometimes. I've got Cinnabar, here, for a witness that upon certain occasions I've be'n sober. I understand the cow business or old Dad Colston wouldn't of made me foreman—an' tomorrow, everyone here's goin' to be witnesses that I'm married! How about it—don't that fill the bill?"
Endicott laughed: "I guess that fills the bill, Tex," he said. "You're hired!"
"But—what outfit did you buy, Win?"
"The Y Bar," answered Endicott, "and Colston told me that if I couldn't find you for foreman, I'd sure be out of luck."
"The Y Bar!" Tex reached over and grasped Endicott's hand. "Boss—you've got the best outfit in Montana!"