He is gettin' in the horses off the range, an' he has some crackin' good ones.

Let's ooze over there--it's only thirty miles--an' get some horses from him." We were all eager to act upon Frank's suggestion.

So plans were made for three of us to ride over and select our mounts.

Frank and Jim would follow with the pack train, and if all went well, on the following evening we would camp under the shadow of Buckskin.
Early next morning we were on our way.

I tried to find a soft place on Old Baldy, one of Frank's pack horses.