Cogewea, the Half-Blood by Mourning Dove

Miles and miles from the living dead / And the tracks that the city men beat. / For I shall ride on the nape of the wind / And shine in the rainbow's arc. / Herbert E. Palmer

In the meantime, the H-B outfit was bending all energies to a completion of the roundup, looking forward to a return to the "flesh pots" of Mrs. Carter's kitchen, as Rodeo expressed it, who was blessed with splendid gastronomical appurtenances.