It was good to hear again the bawling of the bulls and the shouts of the cowboys, and to see the swirling herd and the flying, guarding, checking horsemen. Mose, wearied, weather-beaten, and somber-visaged, looked down upon the scene with musing eyes. The action was quite like that on the Arickaree; the setting alone was different. Here the valley was a wide, deliciously green bowl, with knobby hills, pine-covered and abrupt, rising on all sides. Farther back great snow-covered peaks rose to enormous heights. In the center of this superb basin the camps were pitched, and the roping and branding went on like the action of a prodigious drama. The sun, setting in orange-colored clouds, brought out the velvet green of the sward with marvelous radiance. The tents gleamed in the midst of the valley like flakes of pearl. The heart of the wanderer warmed within him, and with a feeling that he was almost home he called to his pack horse "Hy-ak-boy!" and started down the hill. As he drew near the herd he noted the great changes which had come over the cattle. They were now nearly all grades of Hereford or Holstein. They were larger of body, heavier of limb, and less active than the range cattle of the plains, but were sufficiently speedy to make handling them a fine art. As he drew near the camp a musical shout arose, and Reynolds spurred his horse out to meet him. "It's Mose!" he shouted. "Boy, I'm glad to see ye, I certainly am. Shake hearty. Where ye from?" "The Wind River." "What have you been doing up there?" "Oh, knocking around with some Shoshones on a hunting trip." "Well, by mighty, I certainly am glad to see ye. You look thin as a spring steer." "My looks don't deceive me then. My two sides are rubbin' together. How are the folks?" "They ah very well, thank you. Cora and Pink will certainly go plumb crazy when they see you a-comin'." "Where's your house?" "Just over that divide--but slip your packs off. Old Kintuck looks well; I knew him when you topped the hill." "Yes, he's still with me, and considerable of a horse yet." They drew up to the door of one of the main tents and slipped the saddles from the weary horses. "Do ye hobble?" "No--they stay with me," said Mose, slapping Kintuck. "Go on, boy, here's grass worth while for ye." "By mighty, Mose!" said Reynolds, looking at the trailer tenderly, "it certainly is good for sore eyes to see ye. I didn't know but you'd got mixed up an' done for in some of them squabbles. I heard the State authorities had gone out to round up that band of reds you was with." "We did have one brush with the sheriff and some game wardens, but I stood him off while my friends made tracks for the reservation. The sheriff was for fight, but I argued him out of it. It looked like hot weather for a while." While they were talking the cook set up a couple of precarious benches and laid a wide board thereon. Mose remarked it. "A table! Seems to me that's a little hifalutin'."