Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Oklahoma -- History -- Land Rush, 1893 -- Fiction; Western stories
The unowned lands were tenanted only by a few big cow outfits whose
owners had made satisfactory arrangements with the Cherokees,
paying their tribute in the shape of grazing fees, a custom so long
established that it was recognized by Federal authorities, and
government agents now collected the money and passed it on to the
territory tribes.
Carver stood his turn on first guard and as he rode round the herd he
pondered the problem in hand and sought for a solution which would
give him an insight into Hinman’s purpose. It was not so much from the
authorities but from the common themselves that he might expect prompt
interference. Those who leased range in the Strip did not often wait
upon the slow process of official intervention when outside brands
encroached upon their interests but took the law into their own hands
at once. Hinman was well aware of that condition, Carver reflected. He
circled the herd and sang to soothe his charges on the bed ground. Off
across he could hear the voice of another night guard raised in song.
He produced his one last coin and studied it in the moonlight.
“Little lonely dollar, you must mount up to a million,” he chanted.
“And we’ll mount the first step upward if only I can fathom what
Hinman expects of me. He don’t care a dime about saving taxes on
this bunch, and he knows that I can see the costs will outweigh the
profits two to one even if everything goes through without a quiver.
He and Nate Younger, while they get along personal, have been whetting
their tomahawks for each other as far back as I can remember. Now he
leads us down here due north of the center of old Nate’s leases and
stresses the point that I can maybe trade deals with any outfit off to
the south--and Nate the only possible one I could deal with from this
point. What time I haven’t worked for Hinman, I’ve been working for
Nate, and Old Joe knows that Nate’s the best friend I’ve got outside
himself. Now what’s he aiming at?”
His shift on guard duty was half over before he found the slightest ray
of light on the problem.
“Joe must know that Nate will pounce down on us right off,” he mused.
“If they open the Strip for settlement, like Joe predicts, then Younger
will be forced out of the game. Now just why does Hinman provide him
with this opportunity for a big final disturbance with all the odds on
Nate’s side? He couldn’t have done it accidental and it appears more
and more like he’s deliberately throwing himself wide open.”
His mind traveled back over the events of the day and settled upon
the scene which had transpired near the town well just prior to his
departure.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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