Chapter 4: II

II The Roundup at Horseshoe Bend There was a savage, sunny land Beneath the buzzard’s wing, And there, across the thorns and sands, Wild rovers rode like kings. Badger Clark It was the first of June, and the great horse roundup was under way. More than a dozen cowboys were engaged by the H-B for the occasion and many of the ranchers joined since among the wild bands in the hills were numerous strays belonging to the scattered homesteaders. Every day they came…