Somebody had been at the corral. Somebody had drunk here, but why had they not come by the lineshack? In cattle country, even an enemy would be welcomed at mealtime, and many a cattleman in sheep country had eaten at sheep wagons. In a country where meals and food might be many miles apart, enmity often vanished at the side of the table.
(from The Man From the Broken Hills, by Louis L'Amour)
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