Chapter 8
They spent that day in a curious mixture of love-making and economic discussion. “You can’t tell me that a country with three times the rainfall of the Territory can’t support a town as good as Alice,” she said once. “I know Alice has a railway. Willstown’s got rain, and I know which I’d rather have for raising cattle. If you go on doing that, Joe, I’ll go off and sit by myself. We aren’t married yet.” She removed his hand and kissed it.
“Rain’s not the only thing you want for raising cattle,” he said. “The better the feed, of course, the more calves live through the dry and the more you’ve got to sell. But there’s a lot more to it than that, oh my word.”
“Tell me, Joe.” She had his hand in a firm grip.
“One thing,” he said, “you’ve got to keep that water when you’ve got it.
