"Yes, it is," said Pete.
"Whose is that'n over yonder?"
Cindy, her father, and Pete Brent looked at each other. There were homesteaders on every claim except the one where a youngster had thrown her jacket down. Boomers had honored this sign of ownership.
"That's yours!" Cindy cried. "Go stake it!"
CHAPTER TEN
Hungry
Pete, Jed, and Cindy sat together at the edge of the oak grove. Arms clasped around his knees, Pete stared at the horizon. Mr. Simpson used a piece of broken stick to dig interestedly into the rich soil of this new land, and Cindy gazed hungrily at the wagon.
"They seem," she said hopefully, "like such nice people."
"I'm sure they are," her father said.