The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1908-04-03
copyright, by Joseph. B. Bowles.)
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A bright uprush of clean, white
pigeon wings followed on the instant
the bang of the barnyard gate.
What do l think O. women ranch
hosses?" 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' aroun' tellin' growed-up men
how to take the shoes ofr'n horses.
An she a 19-year-old gal! Did she
larn about horses feet at that Salt
Lake seminary? I'd like to know!
II her NAV and paw only was alive!"
"Oh, don't take on, Zeke," said Uri
Wiggin, coming around corner of the
barn. MAY Window got few extra
:rills at the seminary, but she amt
spilled, not by joyful. 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! OF all the ram-butted idees!
An all alone among them men:
Guess you can count me out this time.
I don't want no woman boss on the
range The idee! A woman sheep.
herder!"
"She amt a-goin' alone" said Uri
How them"
oval, you know Sandy Bahln's
Gertie, that married Russ Bricker?
She's a-goin' along, too. Mays got
Russ to look out fer things fer her,
an Gertie's 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 a freightin' all his life I"
"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
zen does this here fool expedition
start ont!''
week from hex Thursday Snow'll
be pooty well off'n the range by that
time. Well hit Sky-Medder about the
fifth day out, if we have good luck.
Trouble is the's 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
If some range sneaks don't git in
ahead of U.S." -.
Precisely, this it was that worried
Miss May Window. Russ had told
her that it would be a race for the
Sky-Meadow couHtry-the best range
In the Wasatch, monptains-and she
was intensely eager to get in first
with her band. 81 She had BEEN out on
the range sevsrd times before her
father 'died-once as long as 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 it 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 a 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
ee2t 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.
kan for granted was very odious to
her.
Sing hey for the range! The spring
vas In May WINDOWS blood when she
set out mounted on Fidget, her COW.
boz hat Tapping in the wind that blew
down from the cool uplands and her
gray eyes alive with the thrill of the
start She rode. beside the Brokers
While Url an6 Zeke drove in the camp
wagons for the first few tame miles
along the lane from Zephi, the meek
sheep trotting passively ahead.