Close beside him a little brown bird chittered briskly and flew away into the dawn.
He looked away to where the Bear Paws humped, blue-black against the sky, the top of Old Baldy blushing faintly under the first sun rays.

He looked past Wolf Butte, where the land was blackened with outcroppings of rock.

His eyes came back leisurely to the claim country.

A faint surprise widened his lids, and he turned and sent a glance sweeping to the right, toward Flying U Coulee.

He frowned, and studied the bench land carefully.
This was daybreak, when the cattle should be getting out for their breakfast-feed.