The morning was cool and the cattle contented.

They were nearing their claims, and all that would remain for them to do was the holding of their herd upon the appointed grazing ground.

So would the requirements of the law be fulfilled and the machinations of the Syndicate be thwarted and the land saved to the Flying U, all in one.
And then the leaders, climbing the hill at a point half a mile below Andy's cabin, balked, snorted and swung back.

Weary spurred up to push them forward, and so did Andy and Pink.

They rode up over the ridge shouting and urging the reluctant cattle ahead, and came plump into the very dooryard of a brand new shack.