Publisher's Synopsis
Colonel Lee Ripple sat on the porch of his ranch-house in eastern New Mexico, facing that famous fan-shaped scene that lay between the great timbered escarpments stretching down over the green and gray terraces to the vast rolling plain below, through which the Old Trail followed the shining way of the Cimarron into the purple distance.It was the grandest scene in all New Mexico, and the sad blue eyes of the cattle baron lingered long there before shifting round to the west, where a splendour of range empire unfolded to his gaze. A million acres swept and waved on all sides to the silver slopes, and these in turn sheered up to the black-belted mountains with their snowy peaks."Wal, Kurnel, I heahed you, shore, but I'd like to get oot of takin' you serious," said Britt, the rancher's foreman, who sat on the porch steps."Cap, you must take me seriously," replied Ripple, in slow grave speech. "Another spell with my heart like this last one will kill me.""Aw, I cain't believe it," rejoined Britt, stubbornly, despite the something convincing in his employer's tone and look.
