“The ex-range-boomer.”
“Where are you from?”
“The Box M,” said Jimmy quickly, “where I hope to stay so long they’ll
assess me as personal property.”
“If they do,” said Pat softly, “I’ll be willing to pay the taxes.”
Then Klooch blinked her sore eyes and wondered in her own dumb way
whether she wasn’t a bit fooled into thinking that Jimmy was a one-dog
man. He seemed to forget her for so long.
[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in Adventure Magazine,
July 30, 1922. It is believed to be in the public domain in the
United States; copyright status may differ in other countries.]