What do you think ?" The four cowboys agreed.

We dropped into a low, broad watercourse, ascended its bed to big cottonwoods and flowing water, followed it into box canons between rim-rock carved fantastically and painted like a Moorish facade, until at last in a widening below a rounded hill, we came upon an adobe house, a fruit tree, and a round corral.

This was the Double R.
Charley and Windy Bill welcomed us with soda biscuits.

We turned our horses out, spread our beds on the floor, filled our pipes, and squatted on our heels.

Various dogs of various breeds investigated us.
It was very pleasant, and we did not mind the ring around the sun.
"Somebody else coming," announced the Cattleman finally.
"Uncle Jim," said Charley, after a glance.
A hawk-faced old man with a long white beard and long white hair rode out from the cottonwoods.