He had come to love his master.
This exploit increased the fame of "Dandy Mose," as the cowboys came to call him, because of the nature of his dress.

He was bronzed now, and a very creditable brown mustache added to the maturity of his face.

He was gaunt with hard riding, and somber and reticent in manner, so that he seemed to be much older than his years.

Before the beef round-up was ended, he could rope a steer fairly well, could cut out or hold the herd as well as the best, and in pistol practice he had no equal.
He was well pleased with himself.

He loved the swift riding, the night watches, the voices of wolves, the turmoil of the camp, the rush of the wild wide-horned herd, and the pounding roar of the relay horses as they came flying into camp of a morning.