'em back t' the Rockin' R field, and I'll send the wagons back t' you. Old
Mullen'll likely make a roar--but that's most all gove'ment land he's got
fenced, so I guess I can calm him down. Will yuh go near the ranch?"

"I think so," said Rowdy. "It will be the shortest way."

"Well, I'll give yuh some blank checks, an' you can load up with grub and
anything else yuh need. I'll be over there by the time you are, and fix up
that duty business. Wooden Shoes'll have t' get another outfit together, and
get another bunch on the trail. One good thing--I got thirty days t' get off
what cattle is on there; and thirty days uh grass and water'll put 'em in
good shape for the trip. Wish this bunch was as well fixed."

"That's what," Rowdy assented. "But I think they'll make it, all right."

"I'll likely want yuh to stay up there and keep cases on 'em. Any
objections?"

"Sure not!" laughed Rowdy. "Only I'll want Pink and the Silent One to stay
with me."

"Keep what men yuh want. Anything else?"

"I don't think of anything," said Rowdy. "Only I'd like to have
a--talk--with Conroy." Creek eyed him sharply. "Yuh won't be apt t' meet
him. Old Bill Brown, up home, would like to see him, too. Bill's a
perseverin' old cuss, and wants to see Conroy so bad he's got the sheriff
out lookin' for him. It's about a bunch uh horses that was run off, three
years ago. Yuh brought one of 'em back into the country last spring, yuh
mind."