"Where do they all come from ?" he exclaimed once when the snow-veil lifted and showed the river black with cattle.
"Lord! I dunno," Gene answered, shrugging his shoulders against the pity of it.

"I seen some brands yesterday that I know belongs up in the Cypress Hills country.

If things don't loosen up pretty soon, the whole darned range will be swept clean uh stock as far north as cattle run.
I'm looking for reindeer next." "Something ought to be done," Thurston declared uneasily, turning away from the sight.

"I've had the bellowing of starving cattle in my ears day and night for nearly a month.

The thing's getting on my nerves." "It's getting on the nerves uh them that own 'em a heap worse," Gene told him grimly, and piled more wood on the fire; for the cold bit through even the thick walls of the cabin when the flames in the fireplace died, and the door hinges were crusted deep with ice.