by Agnes Morley Cleaveland and Eugene Manlove Rhodes

“ And I sure did turn a pretty one.' I 'most said: 'You bet you did!' but I stopped myself in time.
"It was the third day of the round-up that we worked that same country. I was runnin' the wagon, and I sent Corky out toward the edge of the plains. He was the last man back to dinner.
"When he got off his horse and sized up the outfit, he sure looked buffaloed. Nary a man cast even one glance toward him. They all looked as if their friends and families had just dropped dead—saddest set of punchers ever you laid eyes on. ”

“ Wherefore, when the springtime come, gentle Annie she up and married Corky, and lives happy ever after. Although a female, she's contrary. 'Cause Corky was bein' guyed to a standstill, she gets sore 'bout it. Says it was a straight case of ingrowin' honesty, and she never had no use for cow thieves nohow. Time seems to be provin' her right. Corky's sin of cow-stealin' was plumb blotted out with one smudge of wax. ”

“ There was several cows in the bunch, but they broke for the brush before I got a square look at 'em all. Still, since the sleeper was in the T-Tumble-T earmark, it was pretty certain to belong to a T-Tumble-T cow.
"You can't always say just how another human's head-piece works; but I bet I made a mighty straight guess, when I size up that Corky was sayin' to hisself like this:
"‘Ha! There's a big calf 'bout to quit its mammy. ”

“ Just one two-year-old heifer was absent at roll-call the first year—lost, strayed, or unavoidably detained. Three calves died of blackleg, and one muddied the water-supply on a lobo-wolf, or otherwise gave him causus belly. ”