There was good grass in that part of the coulee; the Flying U had saved it for the saddle horses that were to be gathered and held temporarily at the ranch; for it would save herding, and a week in that pasture would put a keen edge on their spirits for the hard work of the calf roundup.

A dozen or two that ranged close had already been driven into the field and were feeding disdainfully in a corner as far away from the sheep as the fence would permit.
The Happy Family, riding close-grouped, stiffened in their saddles and stared amazed at the outrage.
"Sheepherders never did have any nerve," Irish observed after a minute.
"They keep their places fine! They'll drive their sheep right into your dooryard and tell 'en to help themselves to anything that happens to look good to them.

Oh, they're sure modest and retiring!" Weary, who had charge of the outfit during Chip's absence, was making straight for the nearest herder.

Pink and Andy went with him, as a matter of course.
"You fellows ride up around that side, and put the run on them sheep," Weary shouted back to the others.

"We'll start the other side moving.
Make 'em travel--back where they came from." He jerked his head toward the north.