He came to know just how low the sun must slide from the top of the sky before the "point" would spread out with noses to the ground, pausing wherever a mouthful of grass was to be found.

When these leaders of the herd stopped, the cattle would scatter and begin feeding.

If there was water they would crowd the banks of the stream or pool, pushing and prodding one another with their great, sharp horns.

Later, when the sun was gone and dusk crept out of nowhere, the cowboys would ride slowly around the herd, pushing it quietly into a smaller compass.

Then, if Buddy were not too sleepy, he would watch the cattle lie down to chew their cuds in deep, sighing content until they slept.