A CORNER IN HORSES It was dark night.

The stay-herd bellowed frantically from one of the big corrals; the cow-and-calf-herd from a second.

Already the remuda, driven in from the open plains, scattered about the thousand acres of pasture.

Away from the conveniences of fence and corral, men would have had to patrol all night.

Now, however, everyone was gathered about the camp fire.
Probably forty cowboys were in the group, representing all types, from old John, who had been in the business forty years, and had punched from the Rio Grande to the Pacific, to the Kid, who would have given his chance of salvation if he could have been taken for ten years older than he was.