Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . out, were howlingand shrieking like a lot of school-children at play. Just about such a night outside as the night old manHarts wife and kids got lost two years ago, remarkedPeg Leg Russel, who was busy with leather strings and anawl plaiting a fancy quirt. Didnt you help hunt for em? queried a voice fromone of the bunks. Sure thing I did, answered the quirt maker, and,whats more, he continued, I hope I never get anothersuch job as long as I live. Tell us about it Peg Leg. You know I was over inKansas looking after a
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . out, were howlingand shrieking like a lot of school-children at play. Just about such a night outside as the night old manHarts wife and kids got lost two years ago, remarkedPeg Leg Russel, who was busy with leather strings and anawl plaiting a fancy quirt. Didnt you help hunt for em? queried a voice fromone of the bunks. Sure thing I did, answered the quirt maker, and,whats more, he continued, I hope I never get anothersuch job as long as I live. Tell us about it Peg Leg. You know I was over inKansas looking after a bunch of company steers that falland never did get the straight of it. The speaker turnedfrom his game of solitaire toward the one-legged cow-puncher. With his knife Russel clipped the end of a leatherstring from the finished Turks head, laid the quirt onthe floor and rolled it back and forth under the sole of hisboot to give it the proper set and finish, finally hangingit on the wall. Then he filled and lighted his pipe, and aftera few preliminary puffs, began his <a u &, « 5353 Lost in the Petrified Forest 165 Well, boys, that was one of the toughest nights Iveseen in Arizony. We was camped up near the PeterifiedForest on our way back to the headquarter ranch. Wedbeen down to the railroad with a bunch of steers, andexpected to bust the outfit up for the winter when we gotback to the ranch. It were late in November, an you allknow how everlastin cold it gits long in November anDecember. Well, long comes one of them tearin howlin sand-storms bout two oclock in the afternoon, and the wagonboss camped us under the lee of a hill and wouldnt go anyfurder. And twas well he did, too, fer the wind blowed agale, snow begin to fall, and agin sunset it was as ornerya piece of weather as I ever seen anywheres. You all knowwoods powful skeerce up thar, too, and all the cook hadwas sage brush an chips. We put in a misable night. The wind blowed everyway, an drifted sand an snow
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