Chapter 14: XII

XII On Buffalo Butte Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine, ⋮ Day is restless, night is quiet, Man imperious, woman feeble; Hiawatha The riders were in the hills to capture a few stray broncos, escaped from the general corral. They had succeeded in chasing them into a cunningly constructed “blind” in a wooded canyon where the colts were branded, and were now returning to the ranch in high spirits. “Jim,” called Cellu…