Cattle drives -- Fiction; Texas -- Fiction; Western stories
“I hearn tell that away fur up north, thousand miles er so, they got
bunch grass and buffler grass that fats cows the same way; though, o’
course, no cow critter could live through them winters up north.”
“Shore not—nor no man, neither, I reckon.”
“Well, now, here’s the layout,” resumed Dalhart. “Here’s two-three
thousand to pick from. As I said, you’ll find plenty T.L.’s. We got
maybe three hunderd slicks here and there, fer ourselves. Ef we got a
dollar a head straight through we’d be rich on the hunt. Yet beeves at
Sumner and north o’ there is fotchin’ fifteen a head and up’ards.”
“Ef we got half that at the railroad my boss’d be rich on one drive,”
said Jim Nabours. “Then we’d have money enough to locate the gang that’s
been pushing stuff off this range. I don’t think we’ll need to scrape
Austin very damn deep.”
“I ain’t sayin’,” replied the cow hunter quietly. “Now what I segest is
that you-all cut yore light stuff and let our boys throw it back on yore
range. Take out’n our herd as many head o’ good fours and drive ’em all
north under the Fishhook, T.L.’s and all the rest. When you sell allow
us a dollar a head for findin’ and tradin’. Does that sound fair?”
“More’n such,” said Jim Nabours. “This first herd is a expeariment for
all of us. Let’s get the girl on her feet fer sake of her father. And
him oncet rich!” he added. “As square a cowman as ever crossed leather.
I tell you, that bunch of shorthorns that’s come into Austin done him
dirt. Politics, that’s what’s under it—Reconstruction politics. They
think they can steal this state because they win the war.
Reconstruction? I’ll bet one thing, ef I ever lay eye on the man that’s
been riding our range I’ll take him apart so’s’t he’ll be damned hard
ever to reconstruck again!”
Now in the glare and heat and dust of the frank Southern spring days,
two dozen lank, lithe riders split the two great herds, combed them
both, blended them both. Nabours’ face began to lighten as he saw
forming a real trail herd of marketable beeves and mature cows. Of the
unknown potential market at the rails he really knew nothing. It might
demand beef and might ask stocking cattle. The discards of each herd,
the yearlings, the cows with calves, the lame and halt, were to be cut
back south for the later distribution on their own home ranges.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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