Life in the western cattle country in the early '70's, when the "Homesteaders" were beginning to appropriate the government iands so long used as grazing country by the rich cattle raisers. The cattle baron's daughter had tried to be a singer, but after a few years in New York City abandoned the idea and went home to take her part in the great excitement. Neighbors took different sides, and her lifelong chum and companion and her father made her heart and head and her filiat duty very hard to view in dutiful and just perspective.
t as yet the constitution gave no man more than he could by his own hand obtain; but it seemed not unlikely that some, at least, of those dejected, unkempt men had struck for the rights of humanity that were denied them in the older lands with dynamite and rifle.
Then, as the first long train of grimy cars rolled out close packed with their frowsy human freight, a train of another kind came in, and two young women in light dresses swung themselves down from the platform of a car that was sumptuous with polished woods and gilding. Miss Torrance rose as she saw them, and touched her companion.
"Come along, Larry, and I'll show you two of the nicest girls you ever met," she said.
The man laughed. "They would have been nicer if they hadn't come quite so soon," he said.
He followed his companion and was duly presented to Miss Flora and Miss Caroline Schuyler. "Larry Grant of Fremont Ranch," said Miss Torrance. "Larry is a great friend of mine."
The Misses Schuyler were pretty. Ca