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The sunburnt demigods who ranged / And laughed and lived so free, / Have topped the last divide, or changed / To men like you and me. / Badger Clark
Everybody was busy at the Horseshoe Bend. The annual beef roundup of nearly a month's duration was just three days distant. While the number of stock was less than in former years, the range was wide and it still required many skilled riders with relay of horses to accomplish the work with celerity. That was why John Carter and his foreman were anxiously engaging help to fill out their quota of men. The boys were overhauling chaps, bridles and saddles, oiling rawhide ropes and grooming horses. Each vied in going into the field with the best conditioned equipment; nor must theirs be second to any of the other outfits with which they were to come in contact. All silver mountings were burnished to glittering splendor. "War bags" were carefully made up, consisting of one change of underwear, socks, a top shirt and plenty of "tobaccy. " Bedding, tents, and many necessaries used on the range were being methodically collected. A cook for the chuck-wagon and a rangler for the saddle-string were yet to be secured.