"That's him, sure enough," says Dusty as he watched the horse.

"You can get your rope if you want," says Uncle Bill

2 salt brutes

A friend in disguise. [See also 1993.077-VS]

A friend in disguise. [See also 1993.093-VS]

A line camp

A thousand of 'em, fighting and bellering for a place at them troughs

Alias Mosquito

All the way from his thick jaw, along his slick road hide to his tail, was scars to show that he'd met other enemies besides man. Pure black hair had growed on most of them scars.

All three stretched out in the shade and eyes half closed watched their horses graze.

And as that head appeared above the nine-foot fence at him, and the weight of his body shook the whole corral, Tilden didn't want to see more.

And as the wild ones all had one front foot tied up to their tail, it hindered 'em considerable to go much faster than a walk.

And riding away with their two horses and artillery he says that they'll find 'em in town.

And that jump came near being the last one for him and his horse, because his horse, being tired, hadn't been able to clear the gap as he should...

As he stepped out to get a bucket of water the morning sun throwed a shadow on the door.

Beef round-up and shipping time

Big Enough

Books of the Range (Letter and drawing on Verso)

Bucking the drifts and looking for snowbound stock [alt. title: Doing plenty of riding thru drifts and storms]

But Tom managed to spread a good loop in steer roping.

Charro, coming alongside, didn't wait quite so long.

Christmas is only another day at a cow camp.

Doing their best for the interest of the company.

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