But there was Andy, who had only to move into the cabin in One Man coulee, with a spring handy, and a stable for his horse, and a corral and everything.
Andy had not been harassed with the house-building and settling, except as he assisted the others.

As fast as the shacks were up, the Happy Family had taken possession, so that now Andy was alone, stuck down there in the coulee out of sight of everybody.

Pink had once named One Man coulee as the lonesomest hole in all that country, and he had not been far wrong.

But at any rate the lonesomeness had served one good purpose, for it had started Andy to thinking out the details of their so called land-pool.

Now the thinking had borne fruit to the extent that he felt an urgent need of the Happy Family in council upon the subject.
As he topped at last the final rise which put him on a level with the great undulating bench-land gashed here and there with coulees and narrow gulches that gave no evidence of their existence until one rode quite close, he lifted his head and gazed about him half regretfully, half proudly.