[Harry Buffington Cody]
“Back to the Briscoe spread, now. Well, some way or other, I reckon I didn't get introduced right to the job or something. I don't know, but I do know I led an awful lonesome life there. Didn't seem like the other waddies interested me a-tall. None or them had been up the trail, busted a wild one, nor done the things I had, and we didn't mix well, so when signs of Spring got around, as it does in that part of the country before it does in some other parts, I went back up towards the 'Half Moons spread.
“You can well imagine my glad feelings when old Red was still there, and had took a job as a cow puncher with the promise that he'd have the trail bossing job come the next trail drive. He was there, and some way or other, all the fellers that were tops on the trail and had worked with Red before, had sort of rounded themselves up there on the Half Moon, and the beef roundup was just getting under way when I come in. Red said I completed the bunch, and no doubt but that this would be the very best drive he'd ever been up with. Not only that, but the ram rod over the '77' had shown that he wasn't half as mean as he looked, and him and Red were on good terms.
“Now, there were some small ranchers around that part of the country, but they didn't run much stuff so they didn't have so