Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of itMulford, Clarence Edward
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Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of it
Mulford, Clarence Edward
Cowboys -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Western stories
The new day brought further developments. Several fires burned not far
from the herd, irons projecting from them. The cattle were again cut
out and driven away to a new herd, one by one, but this time they were
taken close to the fires, and because of their weight and strength two
ropers joined in the efforts of branding each animal. The glowing iron
bit deeply through hair and into the skin on the left flank, filling
the air with bellowing anguish, surprise, and indignation, and the
odors of burning hair and flesh. There were fights, balkings, charges,
but the hard-working, hard-riding punchers, the deftly cast ropes,
and the trained horses, together with waving hats and an occasional
revolver shot close to the nose of refractory, pugnacious bulls, and an
occasional waved slicker or coat, won out, and the work proceeded at a
good pace in spite of the general and apparent confusion. But whatever
aspect of confusion there was, very little really existed except among
the victims themselves, for the men proceeded along well-established
lines, and the work went on as though it were running in a groove.
Horses were changed every hour or two, depending upon the rider's
judgment, and the inspectors, with the Triangle foreman, checked off
the branded animals as they joined the road-branded herd. This herd
grew rapidly and its guards were increased as needed from the ropers
and iron men at they became too tired to hold the pace set. All day
long the busy scene continued in the dust and the heat of the sun,
with a bedlam of noise, an endless weaving and shifting, with lathered
horses, sweat-and-dust-grimed riders, shouts of "Hot iron! Hot iron!"
"Tally one!" "Ropers up!" and cries of warning and bursts of laughter.
It were well that the Double X had sent three men to help; ten would
not have been too many. Even with their help there was only one pair of
ropers working at the fires and only three cutters-out, the rest being
used to hold the two herds of restless cattle; and when night finally
put an end to the operations less than half of the trail herd had been
branded.
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