WELLS BROTHERS The Young Cattle Kings by ANDY ADAMS 1911 [Illustration: THEY CHANGED TO FRESH ONES AT NOON (p.26)] CONTENTS I. WAIFS OF THE PLAIN II. THE HOSPITAL ON THE BEAVER III. THE BOTTOM RUNG IV. THE BROTHERS CLAIM A RANGE V. A FALL OF CRUMBS VI. SUNSHINE AND SHADOW VII. ALL IN THE DAY'S WORK VIII. THE LINES OF INTRENCHMENT IX. A WINTRY CRUCIBLE X. GOOD FIGHTING XI. HOLDING THE FORT XII. A WINTER DRIFT XIII. A WELCOME GUEST XIV. AN ILL WIND XV. WATER! WATER! XVI. A PROTECTED CREDIT XVII. "THE WAGON" XVIII. AN OPEN WINTER XIX. AN INDIAN SCARE XX. HARVEST ON THE RANGE XXI. LIVING IN THE SADDLE XXII. INDEPENDENCE CHAPTER I WAIFS OF THE PLAIN The first herd of trail cattle to leave Dodge City, Kansas, for the Northwest, during the summer of 1885, was owned by the veteran drover, Don Lovell. Accidents will happen, and when about midway between the former point and Ogalalla, Nebraska, a rather serious mishap befell Quince Forrest, one of the men with the herd. He and the horse wrangler, who were bunkies, were constantly scuffling, reckless to the point of injury, the pulse of healthy manhood beating a constant alarm to rough contest. The afternoon previous to the accident, a wayfaring man had overtaken the herd, and spent the night with the trail outfit. During the evening, a flock of sand-hill cranes was sighted, when the stranger expressed a wish to secure a specimen of the bird for its splendid plumage. On Forrest's own suggestion, his being a long-range pistol and the covey wary, the two exchanged belts. The visitor followed the flock, stealing within range a number of times, and emptying the six-shooter at every chance. On securing a fine specimen near nightfall, he returned to the herd, elated over his chance shot and beautiful trophy. However, before returning the belt, he had refilled the cylinder with six instead of five cartridges, thus resting the hammer on a loaded shell. In the enthusiasm of the moment, and ignorant of its danger, belt and pistol were returned to their owner. Dawn found the camp astir. The sun had flooded the plain while the outfit was breakfasting, the herd was grazing forward in pastoral contentment, the horses stood under saddle for the morning's work, when the trail foreman, Paul Priest, languidly remarked: "If everybody's ready, we'll ride. Fill the canteens; it's high time we were in the saddle. Of course, that means the parting tussle between Quince and the wrangler. It would be a shame to deny those lads anything so enjoyable-- they remind me so much of mule colts and half-grown dogs. Now, cut in and worry each other a spell, because you'll be separated until noon. Fly at it, or we mount."