It was only the middle of August.  An accident, and a little over two months’ time, had changed the character of the Beaver valley.  With no work pressing, the brothers rode the range, circling farther to the west and south, until any country liable to catch a winter drift became familiar to sight.  Northward ho! the slogan of every drover had ceased, and the active trail of a month before had been deserted.  The new ranch had no neighbors, the nearest habitation was on the railroad to the south, and the utter loneliness of the plain was only overcome by active work.  To those who love them, cattle and horses are good company, and in their daily rides the lads became so familiar with the herd that in the absence of brands they could have readily identified every animal by flesh marks alone.  Under almost constant contact with the boys, the cattle became extremely gentle, while the calves even grew so indifferent that they reluctantly arose from their beds to avoid a passing horseman.

The cutting, curing, and garnering home the field of corn was a welcome task.  It augmented the forage supply, assuring sustenance to the saddle horses, an important feature in withstanding the coming winter siege.  An ideal fall favored the ranch, the dry weather curing the buffalo grass on the divides, until it was the equal of hay, thus assuring the cattle of ample grazing until spring.  The usual squaw winter passed in a swirl of snow, a single angry day, to be followed by a month of splendid Indian summer.  Its coming warned the lads; the order for corn was placed; once a week the cattle were brought in and corralled, and the ranch was made snug against the wintry months.

The middle of November was as early as the railroad would agree to deliver the corn.  It would take three days to go and come, and an equal number of round trips would be required to freight the grain from the railroad to the ranch.  The corn had been shelled and sacked at elevator points, eastward in the State, and in encouraging emigration the railroad was glad to supply the grain at cost and freightage.

The hauling fell to Joel.  He had placed the order, making a deposit, and identification was necessary with the agent.  On the very first trip to Grinnell, a mere station on the plain, a surprise awaited the earnest boy.  As if he were a citizen of the hamlet, and in his usual quiet way, Paul Priest greeted Joel on his arrival.  The old foreman had secretly left a horse with the railroad agent at Buffalo, where the trail crossed, had kept in touch with the delivery of corn at stations westward, and had timed his affairs so as to meet and pay a final visit to his protegees.