Do you know anything about Dry Lake, up above Havre, toward Great Falls--and the country out east of there, towards the mountains ?" The fingers of Andy Green closed into his palms.

His eyes, however, continued to look into hers with his most guileless expression.
"Y-es--that is, I've ridden over it," he acknowledged simply.
"Well--now this is a secret; at least we don't want those mossback ranchers in there to get hold of it too soon, though they couldn't really do anything, since it's all government land and the lease has only just run out.

There's a high tract lying between the Bear Paws and--do you know where the Flying U ranch is ?" "About where it is--yes." "Well, it's right up there on that plateau--bench, you call it out here.
There are several thousand acres along in there that we're locating settlers on this spring.

We're just waiting for the grass to get nice and green, and the prairie to get all covered with those blue, blue wind flowers, and the meadow larks to get busy with their nests, and then we're going to bring them out and--" She spread her hands again.

It seemed a favorite gesture grown into a habit, and it surely was more eloquent than words.