MILLING WITH THE NIGHT HERD 



Chey-enne, But take a lit - tie tip from me. For 



Pen-die -to n-Sep - tem-ber-L«t*er buck. That's the place for me. 



Only a small group hangs outside after the doors 

 close and the lights go out, but the others scatter to 

 their homes or hangouts — soon only an occasional 

 song, a whoopee, a fusillade of shots, or a wild "Let 

 'er buck" breaks the night stillness. The big little city 

 sleeps on into the great tomorrow. 



133 



