Share and share alike, they lived and worked and wrangled together like brothers.
For months Brit's wife was too angry and spiteful to write.

Then she wrote acrimoniously, reminding Brit of his duty to his children.

Royal was old enough for school and needed clothes.

She was slaving for them as she had never thought to slave when Brit promised to honor and protect her, but the fact remained that he was their father even if he did not act like one.

She needed at least ten dollars.
Brit showed the letter to Frank, and the two talked it over solemnly while they sat on inverted feed buckets beside the stable, facing the unearthly beauty of a cloud-piled Idaho sunset.