I tried driving her far into the herd.

No use; she always returned.

Quirtings and stones had no effect on her mild and steady persistence.
"She's a San Simon cow," drawled my neighbour.

"Everybody knows her.
She's at every round-up, just naturally raisin' hell." When the last man had returned from chuck, Homer made the dispositions for the cut.

There were present probably thirty men from the home ranches round about, and twenty representing owners at a distance, here to pick up the strays inevitable to the season's drift.