Cogewea, the Half-Blood by Mourning Dove

There was a savage, sunny land / Beneath the buzzard's wing, / And there, across the thorns and sands, / Wild rovers rode like kings. / Badger Clark

It was the first of June, and the great horse roundup was under way. More than a dozen cowboys were engaged by the H-B for the occasion and many of the ranchers joined since among the wild bands in the hills were numerous strays belonging to the scattered homesteaders. Every day they came until a score or more riders were congregated and fed at the Carter ranch. No wonder that Cogewea had but little time to read or dream, for she helped her sister with the housework and the care of the two little boys, Denny and Percy, tots of two and four years.