Laughter issued from the open door and the clink of glasses could be heard.

They stood in picturesque groups, strong, self-reliant, humorous, virile.

Their expensive sombreros were pushed far back on their heads and their hairy chaps were covered with the alkali dust from their ride.
Cowan, bottle in hand, pushed out several more glasses.

He kicked a dog from under his feet and looked at Buck.

"Rounded up yet ?" he inquired.
"Shore, day afore yisterday," came the reply.