But I wouldn't buy out nobody; I'd go right back and start like they did--if they're real old-timers.

I'd go down south into Texas and I'd buy me a bunch uh two-year-olds and bring 'em up here, and turn 'em loose on the best piece of open range I know--and I know a peach.

In a year or so I'd go back and do the same again, and I'd keep it up whilst my money held out I'd build me a home ranch back somewheres in a draw in the hills, where there's lots uh water and lots uh shelter, and I'd get a bunch uh men that savvied cow-brutes, put 'em on horses that wouldn't trim down their self-respect every time they straddled 'em, and then I'd just ride around and watch myself get rich.

And--" He stopped and dreamed silently over his cigarette.
"And then ?" urged Mr.Dill, after a moment.
"And then--I'd likely get married, and raise a bunch uh boys to carry on the business when I got old and fat, and too damn' lazy to ride off a walk." Mr.Dill took three minutes to weigh the matter.

Then, musingly: "I'm not sure about the boys.