Their mounts, twelve in all, were switching flies from their quivering skins in the corral at the rear.
Eight of these had a large C 80 branded on their flanks; the other four, a Double Arrow.
In the barroom a slim, wiry man was looking out of the dirty window up the street at Cowan's saloon.

Shorty was complaining, "They shore oughter be here now.

They rounded up last week." The man nearest assured him that they would come.

The man at the window turned and said, "They's yer now." In front of Cowan's a crowd of nine happy-go-lucky, daredevil riders were sliding from their saddles.

They threw their reins over the heads of their mounts and filed in to the bar.