“As long as possible, Benteen kept to routes established by previous drives that brought Texas cattle to Wyoming ranges. Five weeks out of Nebraska they were in new country, the virgin plains that had once belonged to the buffalo. It meant Benteen had to do a lot more riding in advance of the herd, scouting terrain as much as a day or more ahead of the drive for graze, water, and safe places to ford. Behind him, the Longhorn cattle marched onward along the great pathless solitudes. Sometimes the...y were strung out for nearly two miles. As Lorna found, it was tedious, harassing work to keep the weary cattle moving without hurrying them. At night she fell into bed bone-tired and snuggled against Benteen, sleeping the minute she closed her eyes. Woolie’s leg was healing, making him all the more anxious to get back in the saddle. Lorna didn’t think she’d be sorry to retire her cowboy hat and let him return to the weary, monotonous toil. But she was proud of the part she played, and knew she could do it again if her help was needed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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