There's nothing holds good men with an outfit like the right kind of grub--and Mose sure can cook.

The rest of the men you can handle to suit yourself.
Slim and Johnnie are all right over at Ten Mile--you made a good stab when you picked them two out--and you will want a couple of fellows here besides Walt, to feed them calves.

When the cows are throwed back on the range and the fences gone over careful--I ought to have tended to that before, but I got to putting it off--you can pay off what men you don't need or want." There was no combating the friendship of a man like that.

Ford mentally squared his shoulders and set his feet upon the uphill trail.
He realized to the full the tribute Mason paid to his innate trustworthiness by leaving him there, master of the ranch and guardian of his household god--and goddess, to say nothing of Josephine, whom Mason openly admired and looked upon as one of the family.
Of a truth, it would seem that she had really become so.

Ford had gathered, bit by bit, the information that she was quite alone in the world, so far as immediate relatives were concerned, and that she was Kate's cousin, and that Kate insisted that this was to be her home, from now on.