"Me, I wisht we c'd git hold of some of them bronks they're bustin' now at the ranch.

Tex was tellin' me they's shore some good ones." "What's the good of wishin' ?" a man behind him growled.

"We ain't doing so worse." "No--but broke hosses beats broomtails.

Ain't no harm in wishin' they'd turn loose and bust some for us; save us that much work." The one who had laughed broke again into a high cackle.

"What we'd oughta do," he chortled, "is send 'em word to hereafter turn in lead ropes with every hoss we take off 'n their hands.