pard or two rustled for themselves, 

 on bacon, coffee, and that delectable 

 compound of bread and water known 

 as camp sinkers. He got some money 

 for letting the horses from two East- 

 ern outfits run over the surrounding 

 country and eat up the Wyoming gov- 

 ernment hay. Thus he loafs on through 

 the years, outside or inside his office, 

 without a care beyond the getting of 

 his whisky and his tobacco. Of course 

 he has a history. He claims to be 

 from a ' high up ' Southern family, 

 but has been a plainsman since 1851. 

 He has lived among the Indians, has 

 several red-skinned children somewhere 

 on this planet, and seems to have 

 known all the wild tribe of stage driv- 

 ers, miners, and frontiersmen with rapid- 

 firing histories. 



Once a week, if the weather were 



