“I’ll get y u another.”
“Thank you. I was going to ask as much of you. Can you suggest one now?”
“I’m a right good cattle man myself.”
“And—can you stay with me a reasonable time?”
He laughed. “I have no engagements across the Styx, ma’am.”
“My other foremen thought they were permanent fixtures here, too.”
“We’re all liable to mistakes.”
“Even you, I suppose.”
“I’ll sign a lease to give y’u possession of my skill for as long as y’u like.”
She settled herself comfortably back in an easy chair, as alluring a picture of buoyant, radiant youth as he had seen in many a day. “But the terms. I am afraid I can’t offer you as much as you make at your present occupation.”