Since you've put me on a business basis, like raising a calf to shipping age, let's be businesslike about it.

You are good at figuring your profits--I'll leave it to you.

And if you find I've anything coming to me besides my riding outfit and the clothes I've got, all right; I'll take horses for the balance." He walked off with the swing to his shoulders that had always betrayed him when he was angry, and Bob Birnie gathered his beard into a handful and held it while he stared after him.

It had been no part of his plan to set his son adrift on the range without a dollar, but since Bud's temper was up, it might be a good thing to let him go.
So Bob Birnie went away to confer with his wife, and Bud was left alone to nurse his hurt while he packed his few belongings.

It did hurt him to be told in that calm, cold-blooded manner that, now he was of legal age, he would not be expected to stay on at the Tomahawk.