“I don’t give a damn for you nor your advice. My reputation as a
soldier is all I possess, and no man can dictate to nor intimidate me.
My past record is an open book and one which I am proud of; and while I
have the honor to command at Fort Buford, no threats can terrify nor
cause me to deviate from my duty. Captain O’Neill, attend orders and
escort these vehicles back to their quarters.”
The escort loosened out, the conveyances started, and the inspection
was over. We were a quiet crowd, though inwardly we all felt like
shouting. We held apart from the military party, and when near the herd
which held the “Circle Dot” steers, my brother and a number of the boys
galloped on ahead and cut out the animals before our arrival. On
entering the wagon-road near the post, the military cavalcade halted a
moment for us to come up. Lovell was in the lead, and as we halted the
commandant said to him: “We have decided to receive your cattle in the
morning—about ten o’clock if that hour will be convenient. I may not
come over, but the quartermaster’s Mr. Sanders will count for us, and
you cowmen ought to agree on the numbers. We have delayed you a day,
and if you will put in a bill for demurrage, I will approve it. I
believe that is all. We’ll expect you to spend the night with us at the
post. I thought it best to advise you now, so that you might give your
men any final orders.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
KANGAROOED
Lovell and his attorneys joined the cavalcade which returned to the
post, while we continued on south, fording the Missouri above Forrest’s
camp. The two recovered beeves were recognized by their ranch brands as
belonging in Bee County, thus identifying them as having escaped from
Bob Quirk’s herd, though he had previously denied all knowledge of
them. The cattle world was a small one, and it mattered little where an
animal roamed, there was always a man near by who could identify the
brand and give the bovine’s past history. With the prospects bright for
a new owner on the morrow, these two wayfarers found lodgment among our
own for the night.
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