We've either got to plow up a bunch of ground and plant some darn thing, or else get stock on and pasture it.
They ain't going to over look any bets from now on.

I met her back here on the bench.

She was so mad she talked too much and I got next to their scheme--seems like we've knocked the Syndicate outa quite a bunch of money, all right.

They want this land, and they think they're going to get it.
"Now my idea is this: We've got to have stock, or we can't graze the land.

And if we take Flying U cattle and throw 'em on here, they'll contest us for taking fake claims, for the outfit.