“They saddled up in a jiffy and thundered south by west toward the cut in Norman Kane’s wire.
It was already full of daylight when they sighted the Flying V fence. A number of cows had streamed through the gap and were scattered about on the Running W range. The cowboys rode among them, peering at brands with shrewd experienced eyes. Finally Brant singled out four critters for special examination. These were herded together and headed for the Running W casa.
“We got to june along,” Brant told his men. “If we got caught down here, there’ll be some prime gun slinging before we’re ready for it; and if I’ve slipped up in this business, we’ll find ourselves on a mighty hot spot.”
Old John Webb was in the ranch house yard when the troop arrived, driving the protesting cows before them. He let out a bellow of astonishment.
“So you work dodgers have decided to go in for a little wideloopin’ for a change, eh?”
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