Whole troops of colts and two-year-olds raced with flying tails and manes.
Beyond these pastures stretched the range, and Jean saw the gray-green expanse speckled by thousands of cattle.

The scene was inspiring.
Jean's brothers led him all around, meeting some of the herders and riders employed on the ranch, one of whom was a burly, grizzled man with eyes reddened and narrowed by much riding in wind and sun and dust.

His name was Evans and he was father of the lad whom Jean had met near the village.

Everts was busily skinning the calf that had been killed by the wolves.

"See heah, y'u Jean Isbel," said Everts, "it shore was aboot time y'u come home.