Judith of Blue Lake Ranch

Bud Lee horse foreman of the Blue Lake Ranch sat upon the gate of the home corral builded a cigarette with slow brown fingers and stared across the broken fields of the upper valley to the rosy glow above the pine-timbered ridge where the sun was coming up. His customary gravity was unusually pronounced. If a man's got the hunch an egg is bad he mused is that a real good and sufficient reason why he should go poking his finger inside the shell? I want to know! Tommy Burkitt the youngest wage-earner of the outfit and a profound admirer of all that taciturnity good-humor and quick capability which went into the make-up of Bud Lee approached from the ranch-house on the knoll. Hi Bud! he called. Trevors wants you. On the jump.