“ Appointing an hour for showing the herd the next day, or that one rather, Tussler and I withdrew, agreeing to be out of town before daybreak. But the blaze of gambling and the blare of dance-halls held us as in a siren’s embrace until the lights dimmed with the breaking of dawn. Mounting our horses, we forded the river east of town and avoided the herds, which were just arising from their bed-grounds. On the divide we halted. Within the horizon before us, it is safe to assert that one hundred thousand cattle grazed in lazy contentment, all feeding against the morning breeze. ”
Andy Adams
Summary
Andy Adams’ The Outlet immerses readers in the harsh realities of 19th-century cattle drives, tracing the struggles of figures like Sponsilier and Forrest as they manage herds across the plains.
Themes of endurance, competition, and the unforgiving landscape—characterized by water shortages, quarantine issues, and the unrelenting pressures of the trail—anchor the narrative. Through vivid portrayals of herd behavior and interpersonal tensions, Adams captures the grit and solidarity of those navigating the perilous frontier of the American cattle industry.
Quotes from The Outlet (Andy Adams)
“ You’re listening, are you, Quince? Well, after the sun sets to-night, you’re in charge of ten thousand beeves from here to the mouth of the Yellowstone. I want to put every ounce possible on those steers for the next twenty days. We may have to make a comparison of cattle, and if we should, I want ours to lay over the opposition like a double eagle does over a lead dime. We may run up against a lot of red tape at Fort Buford, but if there is a lick of cow-sense among the government representatives, we want our beeves to speak for themselves. ”
“ The work-mules were harnessed in, and as soon as the relieved herders secured mounts, our camp of the past few days was abandoned. The twilight of evening was upon us, and to the rattling of the heavily loaded wagon and the shouting of the wrangler in our rear were added the old herd songs. The cattle, without trail or trace to follow, and fit ransom for a dozen kings in pagan ages, moved north as if imbued with the spirit of the occasion. ”
