Chapter 22: XX

XX A Tragedy of the Range Miles and miles from the living dead And the tracks that the city men beat. For I shall ride on the nape of the wind And shine in the rainbow’s arc. Herbert E. Palmer In the meantime, the H-B outfit was bending all energies to a completion of the roundup, looking forward to a return to the “flesh pots” of Mrs. Carter’s kitchen, as Rodeo expressed it, who was blessed with splendid gastronomical appurtenances. Among the last riders …