9/16 It went, rumbling up the valley, the dust cloud hovering over it, blotting out its movements. It roared past the Circle L bunkhouses, leaving behind it a number of Circle L cowboys who had been awakened by the thunderous noise. The Circle L men had plunged outside in various stages of undress--all bootless, unprepared, amazed, and profane. "It's rustlers! That damn Antrim bunch!" This was Shorty. The lithe giant had rushed out of the bunkhouse as the herd thundered past. |