Eugene Manlove Rhodes,
Stepsons of Light
“ The night wrangler was to ride the bed wagon, so he needed no horse.The circle of men melted away from about the horse herd; there was a swift saddling, with occasional tumult of a bucking rebel; the horse herd grazed quietly away; the wranglers went to breakfast; even as they squatted cross-legged by the fire the last horse was saddled, the Bar Cross outfit was off to eastward to begin the day’s drive, half a dozen horses pitching enthusiastically, cheered by ironical encouragement and advice bestowed on their [Pg 120] riders. The sun would not be up for half an hour yet. ”
