Only outfit in northern Montana I know that has hung together at all is the Flying U.Old man Whitmore, he's hangin' on by his eyewinkers to what little range he can, and is going in for thoroughbreds.

Most of his boys is with him yet, they tell me--" "What they doing?
Still riding ?" Luck let out a long breath and lighted his cigarette.

A little flare of hope had come into his eyes.
"Riding--yes, what little there is to do.

Ranching a little too, and kicking about changed times, same as I'm doing.

Last time I saw that outfit they was riding, you bet!" The dried little man chuckled, "That was in Great Falls, some time back.