Pelton's wrong-doing had come home to those he loved, and he could rightly
blame nobody but himself. However much he might arraign those who had been
the agents of his fall, he knew in his heart that the fault had been his
own.
Norma Pelton, tensely self-repressed, spoke now. "How can you do this, sir?"
"I can't do it so long as you hold me for an enemy, ma'am. I'm ready to cry
quits with your husband and try a new deal. If I injured him he tried to
even things up. Well, let's say things are squared and start fresh. I've
got a business proposition to make if you're willing to listen to it."
"What sort of a proposition?"
"I'm running about twenty-five thousand sheep up in the hills. I've just
bought a ranch with a comfortable ranch-house on it for a kind of central
point. My winter feeding will all be done from it as a chief place of
distribution. Same with the shearing and shipping. I want a good man to put
in charge of my sheep as head manager, and I would be willing to pay a
proper salary. There ain't any reason why this shouldn't work into a
partnership if he makes good.
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