They could hear the dull rumble of the moving herd, the soft bawling of calves.
“They’re movin’ a mighty big herd,” said Jack. “It sure will hit Park Reber hard.”
“You ought to be glad,” said June wearily.
“I wonder if I am? If it was anybody but his own men I might.”
“You believe in loyalty, Jack?”
“If yuh mean trustin’ a friend or an employee—yes.”
“You’ve been to school?”
Jack nodded shortly.
“Six years, June—in Cheyenne.”
“Who sent you there?”