His father, old George Cambert, was one of the kind that seems honest enough, and industrious, too, but somehow always just misses it.
They moved away to some place in Southern California when Nick was about grown.

He came back six years ago, and located over there at the foot of Tailholt Mountain, and started his Four-Bar-M iron; and, one way or another, he's managed to get together quite a bunch of stock.

You see, his expenses don't amount to anything, scarcely.

He and Joe bach in an old shack that somebody built years ago, and they do all the riding themselves.

Joe's not much force, but he's handier than you'd think, as long as there's somebody around to tell him what to do, and sort of back him up.