A CALL LOANIn those days the cattlemen were the anointed. They were the
grandees of the grass, kings of the kine, lords of the lea, barons
of beef and bone. They might have ridden in golden chariots had
their tastes so inclined. The cattleman was caught in a stampede of
dollars. It seemed to him that he had more money than was decent.
But when he had bought a watch with precious stones set in the case
so large that they hurt his ribs, and a California saddle with
silver nails and Angora skin suaderos, and ordered
everybody up to the bar for whisky—what else was there for him to
spend money for?
Not so circumscribed in expedient for the reduction of surplus
wealth were those lairds of the lariat who had womenfolk to their
name. In the breast of the rib-sprung s*x the genius of p
