It's mighty plain he wasn't skimpin' things none, anyway, when he made this here little hollow." He grinned as he rode, and then waved a sarcastic hand toward the cattle.
"Look at 'em runnin'! You'd think, havin' projected around this here country for a year or so, they'd be better judges.

They're thinkin' they'll be buryin' their mugs in that right pretty grass in about fifteen seconds, judgin' from the way they're hittin' the breeze toward it.

An' it'll take them half a day to get down there." Shorty was a better judge of distance than the cattle.

For it was afternoon when the last of the herd reached the level floor of the basin.

They spread out, to graze industriously; the men not caring, knowing they would not stray far from such a wealth of grass.
By the time the chuck-wagon had come to a halt and the cook had clambered stiffly from his seat to prepare the noonday meal, Lawler and the others saw the horse-wrangler and his assistant descending the long slope with the _remuda_.