“Make haste, fellows, and saddle up your horses. Those three herds
which raised such a rumpus up on Little Powder have sent down word that
they’re going to cross our dead-line to-day if they have to prize up
hell and put a chunk under it. We have decided to call their bluff
before they even reach the line, and make them show their hand for all
this big talk. Here’s half a dozen guns and cartridges galore, but
hustle yourselves. Fred went into Powderville last night and will meet
us above at the twin buttes this morning with every cowman in town. All
the other outfits have been sent for, and we’ll have enough men to make
our bluff stand up, never fear. From what I learn, these herds belong
to a lot of Yankee speculators, and they don’t give a tinker’s dam if
all the cattle in Montana die from fever. They’re no better than
anybody else, and if we allow them to go through, they’ll leave a trail
of dead natives that will stink us out of this valley. Make haste,
everybody.”
I could see at a glance that the young Texan had touched their pride.
The foreman detailed three men to look after the herd, and the balance
made hasty preparations to accompany the quarantine guards. A relief
was rushed away for the herders; and when the latter came in, they
reported having sighted the posse from Powderville, heading across
country for the twin buttes. Meanwhile a breakfast had been bolted by
the guards, Sponsilier, and myself, and swinging into our saddles, we
rounded a bluff bend of the creek and rode for the rendezvous, some
three miles distant. I noticed by the brands that nearly every horse in
that country had been born in Texas, and the short time in which we
covered the intervening miles proved that the change of climate had
added to their stability and bottom. Our first glimpse of the
meeting-point revealed the summit of the buttes fairly covered with
horsemen. From their numbers it was evident that ours was the last
contingent to arrive; but before we reached the twin mounds, the posse
rode down from the lookout and a courier met and turned us from our
course. The lead herd had been sighted in trail formation but a few
miles distant, heading north, and it was the intention to head them at
the earliest moment. The messenger inquired our numbers, and reported
those arrived at forty-five, making the posse when united a few over
sixty men.
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