Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-04-09
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Il BY Bailey Willard .
s..es s... OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES:
(cOpyright, by Joseph B. Bowlos)
BY Bailey Willard

Copyright, by 10
A bright uprush of clean, white
pigeon wings followed on the instant
the bang of the barnyard gate.
What do | think o. women ranch
| bosses" was the wrathful fash of
| Zeke Stubs, addressed to the fur.
| rying birds. Il think they ought to
keep to the kitchen an not go to
snoopin' arom' tellin' growed.up men
how to take the shoes off'n horses.
An she 19-year-old gal! Did she
| larn about horses feet at that Salt
Lake seminary? I'd like to know!
IL her nav and paw only was alivel'
"Oh, don't take on. Zeke." said Uri
| Wiggin, coming around corner of the
barn, May Window got few extra
frills at the seminary, but she amt
spilled, not by jug-full An she
| knows all about horses
Uri was the hired man on the Win.
dom ranch and Zeke was his helper.
AN she amt so dreadful stuck-up
as you think" added Uri. IF she was
she wouldn't be a-goin' out with the
| sheep"
Coin out with the sheep! Great
| snakes! or all the ram-butted idees!
| An all alone among them men?
Guess you can count me out this time
| don't want no woman boss on the
range The idee! A woman sheep.
| herder!"
She amt a-goin' alone" said Uri.
How them"
wal, you know Sandy Bafiins
| Gertie, that married Russ Bricker?
She's a-goin along, too. Mays got
Russ to look out fer things fer her,
an Gertles a-goin to do the cookin.
An I'm a-goin' an so are you--you
can't git out of it."
What does Russ Bricker know
about Sheep" asked Zeke contemptu
ously. Been freightin' all his life"
"Oh, Russ won't have much ter say.
Miss WINDOWS goin' to run the hull
shootin' match herself"
Great guns! They'll git sick nough
o women bosses," snorted Zeke,
When does this here fool expedition
start out?"
Week from mex Thursday. Snow'll
be poorly we'll off'n the range by that
time. Well hit Sky-Medder about the
fifth day out, if we have good luck
Trouble is thes so DANCED many out
| fits that'll be headed that way, an they
may git in ahead. We don't dast start
| any sooner for that's the earliest any
| body ever goes; but We'll be in luck
| II some range sneaks don't git in
| ahead of us
Precisely this 1t was that worried
Miss May Window. Russ had told
her that 1t would be a race for the
| Sky-Meadow countryside best range
in the Wasatch mountains-and she
was intensely eager to get in first
with her band. She had been out on
the range several times before her
father died-once as long as a month.
This time she wanted to stay the
whole season. The seminary, with its
stilted diction and its stiff rule of
things generally, had irked her. She
had gone there because 1t was her
dead fathers wish. Even now that it
was all behind her, the seminary
seemed to be clinging to her skirts.
She wanted to get away to the noun
tains. She loved the wild life and she
loved the sheep. Above all things she
was eager to get to the range ahead
of Lew Madden, who drove large
herd OF his own shearing up that way
every spring as soon as the season
opened Lew was Objectionable to her
in no other way than that he had tried
to make himself particularly agreeable
to her, with the result that she had
sent him about his business. She
could hardly have told why she had
done this, for Lew was big and strong
and looked finer in his saddle than
any other man in Juab county. Prob.
ably she had refused him because he
had taken her for granted. Being ia
ken for granted was very odious to
her.
Sing hey for the range, The spring
was in May WINDOWS blood when she
set out mounted on Fidget her COW.