And who's to stop you from filing?
The land's there, open for settlement.

At least it was open, day before yesterday." "Well, by golly, the sooner we go the better," Slim declared fussily.
"That fencin' kin wait.

We gotta go and git back before Chip wants to start out the wagons, too." "Listen here, hombres," called the Native Son from the window, where he had been studying the well-thumbed pamphlet containing the homestead law.

"If we want to play dead safe on this, we all better quit the outfit before we go.

Call for our time.