From: Lewie Shepherd <cimoe@crummett.freeserve.co.uk>
Date: Sep 2, 2006 9:23 AM
Subject: gent vest

Well, I reckon if we trapped them wed have a hell of a time catchingthem. Abe is a real man, Barbara, replied Lucinda pridefully. Nearer and nearercrept the actuality of that vision of years. Abe, this girl Barbara is raving about a wild mustang broken for her,he said, a little huskily. Usually we take aweek to cut, dry, rake, and haul. Theres the rub, Logan dear, returned Lucinda, soberly. Theres the rub, Logan dear, returned Lucinda, soberly. Abe, it was a slick job, said Logan, admiringly. Well ride on top, spread out and rollrocks off the rim. Abe never touched it, nor anyother kind of drink. Lucinda pushed through the crowded door, followed by Grant and Barbara. Presently he mounted his horse and rode upthe canyon. Abe, it was a slick job, said Logan, admiringly. Hetalked cattle to the other ranchers, and watched the young folk dance. Returning, Logan found the boys hadpreceded him to the cabin. Come to supper, called Lucinda, impatiently. Dad, heres good news, spoke up George, his intent eyes alight. I never get much chance to dance with you, anyway.

And then he lingered there inthe dreaming, silent forest. She danced first with Grant, while Lucinda kept her eyes fastenedupon them. Abe, those wild horses will be safer, happier, shut up in ourcanyon. Abe, those wild horses will be safer, happier, shut up in ourcanyon. Already a number of families had arrived. Abetrailed that bunch of wild horses down into the head of Three SpringDraw. May I go with you to drive thewild horses down? All right, Barbara, Ill be there pronto, he called gaily. Bab, Im going to a turkey shoot, replied Abe, mildly. On the instant a piercing yell rang down from the heights. And then he lingered there inthe dreaming, silent forest. Logan let them out at the logschoolhouse in the woods just on the edge of the little hamlet. Abe, those wild horses will be safer, happier, shut up in ourcanyon. Ill shinny up that tree, replied Barbara, gaily. And the point of it is not very far from the head of Sycamore. Abe bent thoughtful eyesupon the glowing Barbara. Dad, its sure a windfall of luck, put in George. A mile or two of grasshoppers, like ayellow carpet rolling down the grass. Barbara, pileoff and tie Buck back-a-ways. As before, Lucinda looked on curiously, wonderingly, not quiteunderstandingly. They leave the ground as bare as ifitd been burned. Grant and Georgedecked themselves out in all the cowboy finery they possessed.