Williams nodded emphatically. "I’ve seen these plains an’ valleys thick with cattle," he said, regretfully. "There was a time when I could see th’ dust clouds rollin’ up from th’ south an’ away in th’ north, both at once, day after day. This town was a-hummin’ every day an’ night. Money come easy an’ went th’ same way. Men dropped in here, lookin’ like tramps, almost, who could write good checks for thousands of dollars. Th’ buyers bought whole herds on th’ seller’s say-so, without even seein’ a hoof, an’ sold ’em ag’in th’ same way. Money flowed like water, an’ fair-sized fortunes was won an’ lost at a single sittin’. I’ve seen th’ faro-bank busted three days hand-runnin’--but, of course, that was very unusual. Mostly it was th’ other way ’round. All one summer an’ fall it was like that. Then th’ winter come, an’ that was th’ end of it so fur’s Windsor was concerned. Th’ Kiowa Arroyo branch line was pushed further an’ further southwest until th’ weather stopped it; but it went on ag’in as soon as spring let it. By th’ time th’ first herds crossed th’ state line, headin’ for here, that line of rails was ready for ’em, an’ not another big herd went past this town. Of course, there was big herds drivin’ north, just th’ same, bound for th’ Yellowstone region on government contract, an’ some was bein’ sent out to stock ranges in th’ West, but they followed a new trail found by Chisholm, or old McCullough. I’ve heard lately that Mac is workin’ for Twitchell an’ Carpenter. But if you’d seen this town then you shore wouldn’t know it now. D--n th’ railroads, says I!" Tex frowned honestly at the thought of the passing of this once great cattle trail, for the memories of those old trails lay snug and warm in the hearts of the men who have followed them in the saddle. He looked up at Williams, a congratulatory look on his face. "Well, that shore was hard; but not as hard, I reckon, as if you had been a cattleman, an’ follered it. It sort of hurts an old-time cowman to think of them trails." "That’s where yo’re wrong," spoke up the nephew. "He is a cattleman. Th’ GW brand is known all over th’ state, an’ beyond. It was knowed by every puncher that followed that old trail." "There wasn’t no such brand in them days," corrected Williams. He did not think it necessary to say that the GW mark was just starting then, far back in the hills and well removed from the trail; that it grew much faster by the addition of fully grown cattle than it did by natural increase; or that a view of the original brands on the full-grown cattle would have been a matter of great and burning interest to almost every drive boss who followed a herd along the trail. Later on, when he threw his herd up for a count, the drive boss was likely to have re-added his tally sheet and asked heaven and earth what had happened to him. "Well, them days has gone; but when they went this town come blamed near goin’ with ’em. It shore ain’t what it once was."