“No, that’s right; you wouldn’t,” he said gravely. “I don’t reckon many folks around here realise it. To them it’s just an old deserted ranch. The range country is full of ’em, Nan. But this one happened to have been mine—once. It was when I took a step upward from bein’ just a cowboy.”
“Oh, was this your ranch, Len?”
He nodded and began the manufacture of a cigarette.
“It’s a line camp for the JP now. They own it.”
“Why did you sell out?”
He sighed as he scratched a match on the leg of his batwing chaps and lighted his cigarette.
“I didn’t have much to say about it, Nan. The court gave my wife a divorce and all the property. She sold it.”
“Oh, that was too bad.”
“They call it justice, Nan. I had a nice start in cattle and horses.”
“I have heard some of it. Whispering told me part of it. She married a banker, didn’t she?”