Reber leaned on the table looking at June, studying her keenly. Suddenly he struck the table with his clenched fist.
“I’ll do it!” he exclaimed. “June, beginnin’ tomorrow you’ll be a ranch-foreman for the Diamond R.”
He looked around at the hard-bitted faces of his men, who were looking at him, wondering whether he was in his right mind.
“What ranch?” asked McLeese.
Reber shifted his eyes to McLeese.
“The Two Bar X.”
McLeese’s ranch. He shut his jaws tightly and looked at Reber. He knew it meant that Reber was going to fire him.
“That’s a ⸺ of a note!” he snorted.
“I run my ranches to suit myself, McLeese.”
Reber reached in his pocket and took out a wallet, from which he counted out several bills. He handed them to McLeese.