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COW-COUNTRY


By B. M. Bower





CONTENTS


COW-COUNTRY


CHAPTER ONE:   AN AMBITIOUS MAN-CHILD WAS BUDDY

CHAPTER TWO:   THE TRAIL HERD

CHAPTER THREE:   SOME INDIAN LORE

CHAPTER FOUR:   BUDDY GIVES WARNING

CHAPTER FIVE:   BUDDY RUNS TRUE TO TYPE

CHAPTER SIX:   THE YOUNG EAGLE MUST FLY

CHAPTER SEVEN:   BUD FLIPS A COIN WITH FATE

CHAPTER EIGHT:   THE MULESHOE

CHAPTER NINE:   LITTLE LOST

CHAPTER TEN:   BUD MEETS THE WOMAN

CHAPTER ELEVEN:   GUILE AGAINST THE WILY

CHAPTER TWELVE:   SPORT O' KINGS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:   THE SINKS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:   EVEN MUSHROOMS HELP

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:   WHY BUD MISSED A DANCE

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:   WHILE THE GOING'S GOOD

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:   GUARDIAN ANGELS ARE RIDING POINT

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:   THE CATROCK GANG

CHAPTER NINETEEN:   BUD RIDES THROUGH CATROCK AND LOSES MARIAN

CHAPTER TWENTY:   "PICK YOUR FOOTING!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:     TRAILS END









COW-COUNTRY





CHAPTER ONE: AN AMBITIOUS MAN-CHILD WAS BUDDY

In hot mid afternoon when the acrid, gray dust cloud kicked up by the listless plodding of eight thousand cloven hoofs formed the only blot on the hard blue above the Staked Plains, an ox stumbled and fell awkwardly under his yoke, and refused to scramble up when his negro driver shouted and prodded him with the end of a willow gad.

β€œCall your master, Ezra,” directed a quiet woman voice gone weary and toneless with the heat and two restless children. β€œDon't beat the poor brute. He can't go any farther and carry the yoke, much less pull the wagon.”

Ezra dropped the gad and stepped upon the wagon tongue where he might squint into the dust cloud and decide which gray, plodding horseman alongside the herd was Robert Birnie. Far across the sluggish river of grimy backs, a horse threw up its head with a peculiar sidelong motion, and Ezra's eyes lightened with recognition. That was the colt, Rattler, chafing against the slow pace he must keep. Hands cupped around big, chocolate-colored lips and big, yellow-white teeth, Ezra whoo-ee-ed the signal that called the nearest riders to the wagon that held the boss's family.

Bob Birnie and another man turned and came trotting back, and at the call a scrambling youngster peered over his mother's shoulder in the forward opening of the prairie schooner.

β€œO-oh, Dulcie! We gonna git a wile cow agin!”

Dulcie was asleep and did not answer, and the woman in the slat sun-bonnet pushed back with her elbow the eager, squirming body of her eldest. β€œStay in the wagon, Buddy. Mustn't get down amongst the oxen. One might kick you. Lie down and take a nap with sister. When you waken it will be nice and cool again.”

β€œNot s'eepy!” objected Buddy for the twentieth time in the past two hours. But he crawled back, and his mother, relieved of his restless presence, leaned forward to watch the approach of her husband and the cowboy. This was the second time in the past two days that an ox had fallen exhausted, and her eyes showed a trace of anxiety. With the feed so poor and the water so scarce, it seemed as though the heavy wagon, loaded with a few household idols too dear to leave behind, a camp outfit and the necessary clothing and bedding for a woman and two children, was going to be a real handicap on the drive.

β€œRobert, if we had another wagon, I could drive it and make the load less for these four oxen,” she suggested when her husband came up. β€œA lighter wagon, perhaps with one team of strong horses, or even with a yoke of oxen, I could drive well enough, and relieve these poor brutes.” She pushed back her sun-bonnet and with it a mass of red-brown hair that curled damply on her forehead, and smiled disarmingly. β€œBuddy would be the happiest baby boy alive if I could let him drive now and then!” she added humorously.

β€œCan't make a wagon and an extra yoke of oxen out of this cactus patch,” Bob Birnie grinned good humoredly. β€œNot even to tickle Buddy. I'll see what I can do when we reach Olathe. But you won't have to take a man's place and drive, Lassie.” He took the cup of water she drew from a keg and proffered-water was precious on the Staked Plains, that season-and his eyes dwelt on her fondly while he drank. Then, giving her hand a squeeze when he returned the cup, he rode back to scan the herd for an animal big enough and well-conditioned enough to supplant the worn-out ox.

β€œAren't you thirsty, Frank Davis? I think a cup of water will do you good,” she called out to the cowboy, who had dismounted to tighten his forward cinch in expectation of having to use his rope.

The cowboy dropped stirrup from saddle horn and came forward stiff-leggedly, leading his horse. His sun-baked face, grimed with the dust of the herd, was aglow with heat, and his eyes showed gratitude. A cup of water from the hand of the boss's wife was worth a gallon from the barrel slip-slopping along in the lurching chuck-wagon.

β€œHow's the kids makin' out, Mis' Birnie?” Frank inquired politely when he had swallowed the last drop and had wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. β€œIt's right warm and dusty t'day.”

β€œThey're asleep at last, thank goodness,” she answered, glancing back at a huddle of pink calico that showed just over the crest of a pile of crumpled quilts. β€œBuddy has a hard time of it. He's all man in his disposition, and all baby in size. He's been teasing to walk with the niggers and help drive the drag. Is my husband calling?”

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