Cogewea, the Half-Blood

Mourning Dove

XXI A “Geezar” in Camp Dream back beyond the cramping lanes To glories that have been— To camp smoke on the sunset plains The riders loping in; Loose rein and rowelled heel to spare, The wind our only guide, For youth was in the saddle there With half a word to ride. Badger Clark At last the beef roundup was over, with the fatigued riders and horses all gathered in camp. The H-B contingent was far from being sorry, since it is the har…