The inquiry was over before noon. A lieutenant detailed a few men and
made a pretense of taking possession of Lovell. But once the special
commissioner was out of sight, the farce was turned into an ovation,
and nearly every officer in the post came forward and extended his
sympathy. Old man Don was visibly affected by the generous
manifestations of the military men in general, and after thanking each
one personally, urged that no unnecessary demonstration should be made,
begging that the order of escort beyond the boundary of the reservation
be countermanded. No one present cared to suggest it, but gave
assurance that it would be so modified as not in any way to interfere
with the natural movement of the herds. Some little time would be
required to outfit the forage-wagons to accommodate the cavalry
companies, during which my brother rode up, leading Lovell’s horse,
permission was given to leave in advance of the escort, and we all
mounted and quietly rode away.
The sudden turn of affairs had disconcerted every man in the three
outfits. Just what the next move would be was conjecture with most of
us, though every lad present was anxious to know. But when we were
beyond the immediate grounds, Lovell turned in his saddle and asked
which one of us foremen wanted to winter in the North. No one
volunteered, and old man Don continued: “Anticipating the worst, I had
a long talk this morning with Sanders, and he assured me that our
cattle would go through any winter without serious loss. He suggested
the Little Missouri as a good range, and told me of a hay ranch below
the mouth of the Beaver. If it can be bought reasonably, we would have
forage for our horses, and the railroad is said to be not over forty
miles to the south. If the government can afford to take the risk of
wintering cattle in this climate, since there is no other choice, I
reckon I’ll have to follow suit. Bob and I will take fresh horses and
ride through to the Beaver this afternoon, and you fellows follow up
leisurely with the cattle. Sanders says the winters are dry and cold,
with very little if any snowfall. Well, we’re simply up against it;
there’s no hope of selling this late in the season, and nothing is left
us but to face the music of a Northern winter.”
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