Everybody laughed at him--said it was right in the line of the Chiricahua raids, which was true.

But Buck had been in there with Agency steers, and thought he knew.

So he collected a trail crew, brought some Oregon cattle across, and built his home ranch of three-foot adobe walls with portholes.

I joined the trail crew; and somehow or another the Honourable Timothy got permission to go along on his own hook.
The trail was a long one.

We had thirst and heat and stampedes and some Indian scares.