When the voice trailed into a mournful, minor "Adios, adios," a robin down in the orchard added a brief, throaty note of his own.
Bill sighed and eased his stiffened muscles in the big chair.

"Well, I don't blame either one of you," he drawled somewhat wistfully.

"If I was fifteen years limberer and fifty pounds slimmer, I dunno but what I'd set into this ranch game myself.

It's sure peaceful." Foolishly they agreed that it was..