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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 286 pages of information about Reed Anthony, Cowman.

CHAPTER VIII

TheLazy L”

The homeward trip was a picnic.  Counting mine, we had one hundred and fifty saddle horses.  All surplus men in the employ of Major Mabry had been previously sent home until there remained at the close of the season only the drover, seven men, and myself.  We averaged forty miles a day returning, sweeping down the plains like a north wind until Red River Station was reached.  There our ways parted, and cutting separate my horses, we bade each other farewell, the main outfit heading for Fort Worth, while I bore to the westward for Palo Pinto.  Major Seth was anxious to secure my services for another year, but I made no definite promises.  We parted the best of friends.  There were scattering ranches on my route, but driving fifty loose horses made traveling slow, and it was nearly a week before I reached the Edwards ranch.

The branding season was nearly over.  After a few days’ rest, an outfit of men was secured, and we started for my little ranch on the Clear Fork.  Word was sent to the county seat, appointing a date with the surveyor, and on arriving at the new ranch I found that the corrals had been in active use by branding parties.  We were soon in the thick of the fray, easily holding our own, branding every maverick on the range as well as catching wild cattle.  My weakness for a good horse was the secret of much of my success in ranching during the early days, for with a remuda of seventy picked horses it was impossible for any unowned animal to escape us.  Our drag-net scoured the hills and valleys, and before the arrival of the surveyor we had run the “44” on over five hundred calves, mavericks, and wild cattle.  Different outfits came down the Brazos and passed up the Clear Fork, always using my corrals when working in the latter valley.  We usually joined in with these cow-hunting parties, extending to them every possible courtesy, and in return many a thrifty yearling was added to my brand.  Except some wild-cattle hunting which we had in view, every hoof was branded up by the time the surveyor arrived at the ranch.

The locating of twenty sections of land was an easy matter.  We had established corners from which to work, and commencing on the west end of my original location, we ran off an area of country, four miles west by five south.  New outside corners were established with buried charcoal and stakes, while the inner ones were indicated by half-buried rock, nothing divisional being done except to locate the land in sections.  It was a beautiful tract, embracing a large bend of the Clear Fork, heavily timbered in several places, the soil being of a rich, sandy loam and covered with grass.  I was proud of my landed interest, though small compared to modern ranches; and after the surveying ended, we spent a few weeks hunting out several rendezvous of wild cattle before returning to the Edwards ranch.

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