Rowdy of the "Cross L"
A mile out, Wooden Shoes rode out of the gloom and met the point. He turned and rode beside Pink.
"Yuh'll have t' swing 'em north," he greeted. "Red Willow's dry as hell—all but in the Rockin' R field. No use askin' ole Mullen to let us in there; we'll just go. I sent the wagons through the fence, an' yuh'll find camp about a mile up from the mouth uh the big coulée. You swing 'em round the end uh this bench, an' hit that big coulée at the head. When you come t' the fence, tear it down. They's awful good grass in that field!"
"All right," said Pink cheerfully. It was in open defiance of range etiquette; but their need was desperate. The only thing about it Pink did not like was the long détour they must make. He called the news across to the Silent One, after Wooden Shoes had gone on down the line, and they swung the point gradually to the left.
Before that drive was over, Pink had vowed many times to leave the range forever and never to turn another cow—besides a good many other foolish things which would be forgotten, once he had a good sleep. And Rowdy, plodding half-way down the herd, had grown exceedingly pessimistic regarding Jessie Conroy, and decided that there was no
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