Your dad's bought a lot more cattle, and they've drifted like hell; we've got to cover mighty near the whole State uh Montana and part uh South Africa to gather them in." "You're a blamed pessimist," I told him, "and you can't give me cold feet that easy.

If you knew how I ache to get a good horse under me--" "Thought they had horses out your way," Frosty cut in.
"A range-horse, you idiot, and a range-saddle.

I did ride some on a fancy-gaited steed with a saddle that resembled a porus plaster and stirrups like a lady's bracelet; it didn't fill the aching void a little bit." "Well, maybe yuh won't feel any aching void out here," he said, "but if yuh follow round-up this season you'll sure have plenty of other brands of ache." I told him I'd be right with them at the finish, and he needn't to worry any about me.

Pretty soon I'll show you how well I kept my word.

We rode and rode, and handed out our experiences to each other, and got to Pochette's that night.