"I want to earn every cent I can for the next three months," Mose explained, and he often did double duty.

He was very expert now with the rope and could throw and tie a steer with the best of the men.

His muscles seemed never to tire nor his nerves to fail him.

Rain, all-night rides, sleeping on the ground beneath frosty blankets, nothing seemed to trouble him.

He was never cheery, but he was never sullen.
One day in November he rode up to the home ranch leading a mule with a pack saddle fully rigged.
"What are you doing with that mule ?" asked Reynolds as he came out of the house, followed by Pink.
"I'm going to pack him." "Pack him?
What do you mean ?" "I'm going to hit 'the long trail.'" Cora came hurrying forward.