That Minneapolis bunch that the blonde lady works for is sending out a colony of farmers to take up this land between here and the Bear Paws.

The lady tipped her hand, not knowing where I ranged and thinking I wouldn't be interested in anything but her.

She's a real nice lady, too, and goodlooking--but a grafter to her last eye winker.

And she hit too close home to suit me, when she named the place where they're going to dump their colony." "Where does the graft come in ?" inquired Pink cautiously.

"The farmers get the land, don't they ?" "Sure, they get the land.