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Updated: May 15, 2025
No wonder, then, that the cattlemen of Crawling Water Valley were aroused. Their livelihood was slipping away from them, day by day, for unless prompt steps were taken the grass would be ruined by the woolly plague. Thus far, Gordon Wade, a leader in the cattle faction, had been firm for peaceful measures though some of the ranchers had threatened an open war on the herders.
"You must be forgetting that this mesa has been visited frequently by cattlemen and wandering prospectors." "Well, I should hardly call it frequently, Jack," put in Professor Wintergreen, who was now standing with Coyote Pete at his elbow, in the narrow entrance to the rocky chamber. "Nope," added Coyote Pete; "you can bet your boots we didn't come here except when we had to.
But I reckon I've disposed of more'n a thousand wolves in my day, one way and another. An' as I look at it, that's makin' pretty good use of time." "Are wolves worse than bear?" queried Wilbur surprisedly. "They do a lot more harm in the long run. Cattlemen reckon that a wolf will get away with about four head a year.
Pete had no love for the "woolies," yet he hated cattlemen. The old Mexican thanked him and invited him to visit his camp below Concho.
Although the girl on the pinto could not have been far from sixteen, her face seemed to express a serious mind. The scream of that bane of the cattlemen the mountain lion rang out from the coulie again. The girl clapped her tiny spurs against the pinto's flanks, and that little animal doubled her pace.
They were cattlemen to the marrow in their bones, and they gloried in their prejudice against the woolly despoilers of the range. All these years had the Flying U been immune from the nuisance, save for an occasional trespasser, who was quickly sent about his business.
"But I'm not one o' these foolhardy idiots who have to have wooden suits made for 'em because they don't know when to stay mum. You cattlemen have lived a quiet life in the hills, but I've been right where the tough ones crowd for years. I'll tell you there's a time to talk and a time to keep still, as the old sayin' is." "Yes," agreed Crawford. "Another thing.
He ain't got any right to be sending out men for cattle-boats. Me, I'm running that. I deal direct with all the Boston and Portland lines. If you don't believe it just go out in the back room and ask any of the cattlemen out there." "Yes, I see," Mr. Wrenn observed, as though he were ill, and toed an old almanac about the floor. "Uh Mr. Trubiggs, is it?" "Yump. Yump, my boy. Trubiggs.
But it don't take a feller who's lived all his life among cattle more'n five seconds to locate their meanin'. They're corrals set up in an a'mighty hurry by folks who hate work o' that sort anyway. An' I'd say, Jeff, cattlemen real cattlemen don't dump a range down in the heart of the Cathills, not even fer this sweet-grass you can see around, when ther's the prairie jest outside.
Two of them were carried back to the big ranchhouse in blankets, with bullets through their fleshy parts not fatal wounds, but effective. The problem of a fighting "nester" was a new one to the cattlemen of that country. For twenty years they had kept that state under the dominion of the steer, and held its rich agricultural and mineral lands undeveloped.
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