Glacier County chief., 1939-04-07

Tnat was according 70 Juo'S order
last night. Breck turned in his sad
die. What had become Of the other
two?
Ten o'clock brought him to the
blazed Rock House trail, and little
before noon he topped a ridge that
fianked Long Canyon. What he saw
then gripped him with swift won
der. Thousands Of cattle had come
over the eastern summit and were
pouring down the canyon in q red.
believing stream.
Cowhands, looking like black
specks from this distance, darted
along the line, pushing back punches
that broke from the main flow. Dogs
raced in with them. The animals
moved on endlessly, slowly heading
down until Long Canyon could spew
them into the bowl of Rock House
Meadow. There they would be held
over night. In the morning Breck's
job of allotment would begin.
He could see no real chance for
trouble. A book in his pocket told
the exact number of cattle on each
mans permit. Cooks instructions
had been: "Allow twenty over your
count-you might make that much
of mistake-but no more" To
which he had added a word of
warning: go out on patrol the
night the drive reaches Rock House.
Someone usually tries to push few
punches ahead Of the release day."
When all the animals had come
over the summit, the stream was
mile long and a quarter wide, en-
tirely filling the grass bottom of
Long Canyon. Brock rode down to
fall in behind the drive, coming into
the roar and below, above which
the cowboys "Hoosh! Hooshi" burst
constantly.
Some Of the hands were Piute In
dams from the desert, short dark
fellows on paint horses. They nod.
ded to Breck's greeting. Cattlemen
shouted ''HowdyI" as they flashed
by in their ceaseless charging
against rear animals.
It was in one of these rushes that
he saw Art Tillson astride q chest.
nut horse. Then came roll of dust
and he could see no more than the
rise and fall Of red backs, white
horns, flashing tails. Behind him his
packs snorted out the thick air, He
followed the example Of other men
and hung bandana over his nose.
The drive flowed on. At times the
punchers dropped out to talk and
drink at the creek; then dogs alone
kept the line moving. Some of the
COMMANDS came around Brock, siz-
ing him up, but for the most part
they were aloof and he knew that
any friendship must start from him
self.
One in particular swung often
within certain distance, remained
there for q moment, then darted of.
riding tall blue horse with more
than the usual cowboys abandon.
Finally this figure approached clos
er in the dust and he realized it
was not man.
He turned his mount that way.
Louise Temple lowered the handker.
chief from her face. Hello there,
Rangeri"
eve meet again." Breck laughed.
He held out his hand to her.
She grasped it across the space
between their saddles. you're sur
prised?" she asked, adding, $50 am
I. You didn't tell me you belonged
up here"
They rode together for time, and
he made conversation in order to
keep her near. He wanted to watch
her. She was prettier than he had
thought at the dance that night: at
least more picturesque. She wore
a roll-brim Stetson Of deep brown.
It went well with her tanned skin
and dark eyes. A mans shirt Of
white silk lay open against her firm
slender throat, and was drawn down
tightly over her breast to be tucked
into blue denim jeans. Her cowboy
boots were black with short spurs
jingling at the heels.
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