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The Round-up

From: Arizona Nights

This, as you well may gather, was in the summer routine. Now the time
of the great fall round-up drew near. The home ranch began to bustle
in preparation.

All through Cochise County were short mountain ranges set down,
apparently at random, like a child's blocks. In and out between them
flowed the broad, plain-like valleys. On the valleys were the various
ranges, great or small, controlled by the different individuals of the
Cattlemen's Association. During the year an unimportant, but certain,
shifting of stock took place. A few cattle of Senor Johnson's Lazy Y
eluded the vigilance of his riders to drift over through the Grant Pass
and into the ranges of his neighbour; equally, many of the neighbour's
steers watered daily at Senor Johnson's troughs. It was a matter of
courtesy to permit this, but one of the reasons for the fall round-up
was a redistribution to the proper ranges. Each cattle-owner sent an
outfit to the scene of labour. The combined outfits moved slowly from
one valley to another, cutting out the strays, branding the late
calves, collecting for the owner of that particular range all his
stock, that he might select his marketable beef. In turn each
cattleman was host to his neighbours and their men.

This year it had been decided to begin the circle of the round-up at
the C 0 Bar, near the banks of the San Pedro. Thence it would work
eastward, wandering slowly in north and south deviation, to include all
the country, until the final break-up would occur at the Lazy Y.

The Lazy Y crew was to consist of four men, thirty riding horses, a
"chuck wagon," and cook. These, helping others, and receiving help in
turn, would suffice, for in the round-up labour was pooled to a common
end. With them would ride Jed Parker, to safeguard his master's

For a week the punchers, in their daily rides, gathered in the range
ponies. Senor Johnson owned fifty horses which he maintained at the
home ranch for every-day riding, two hundred broken saddle animals,
allowed the freedom of the range, except when special occasion demanded
their use, and perhaps half a thousand quite unbroken--brood mares,
stallions, young horses, broncos, and the like. At this time of year
it was his habit to corral all those saddlewise in order to select
horses for the round-ups and to replace the ranch animals. The latter
he turned loose for their turn at the freedom of the range.

The horses chosen, next the men turned their attention to outfit. Each
had, of course, his saddle, spurs, and "rope." Of the latter the chuck
wagon carried many extra. That vehicle, furthermore, transported such
articles as the blankets, the tarpaulins under which to sleep, the
running irons for branding, the cooking layout, and the men's personal
effects. All was in readiness to move for the six weeks' circle, when
a complication arose. Jed Parker, while nimbly escaping an irritated
steer, twisted the high heel of his boot on the corral fence. He
insisted the injury amounted to nothing. Senor Johnson however,

"It don't amount to nothing, Jed," he pronounced, after manipulation,
"but she might make a good able-bodied injury with a little coaxing.
Rest her a week and then you'll be all right."

"Rest her, the devil!" growled Jed; "who's going to San Pedro?"

"I will, of course," replied the Senor promptly. "Didje think we'd send
the Chink?"

"I was first cousin to a Yaqui jackass for sendin' young Billy Ellis
out. He'll be back in a week. He'd do."

"So'd the President," the Senor pointed out; "I hear he's had some

"I hate to have you to go," objected Jed. "There's the missis." He
shot a glance sideways at his chief.

"I guess she and I can stand it for a week," scoffed the latter. "Why,
we are old married folks by now. Besides, you can take care of her."

"I'll try," said Jed Parker, a little grimly.

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