Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . Si v. Si. JUMPING AT CONCLUSIONS IT certainly seemed good to be back on the old rangeagain after a six months absence. As we toppedthe last hill I pulled up the team. Down in the Valley be-low us the white adobe walls of the ranch house, like somedesert light house, blazed through the glorious green ofthe cottonwoods that hovered about it. To its right abrown circle marked the big stockade corral. A smoothmirror-like spot out in the flat in front of the house wasthe stock-watering reservoir, into which the windmill,se
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . Si v. Si. JUMPING AT CONCLUSIONS IT certainly seemed good to be back on the old rangeagain after a six months absence. As we toppedthe last hill I pulled up the team. Down in the Valley be-low us the white adobe walls of the ranch house, like somedesert light house, blazed through the glorious green ofthe cottonwoods that hovered about it. To its right abrown circle marked the big stockade corral. A smoothmirror-like spot out in the flat in front of the house wasthe stock-watering reservoir, into which the windmill,seconded by an asthmatic little gas engine, pumped waterfrom the depths. Above it the galvanized iron sails of thegreat mill glittered and flickered and winked in the brightsunlight as if to welcome us home. A cloud of dust string-ing off into the distance marked the trail where a bunch ofbroom tails were scurrying out onto the range after fil-ling themselves at the tank with water and salt. Suddenly, a gleam of color caught our eyes. It wasOld Glory at the top of the tall pole, stir
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