keeping those crazy creatures together, 

 and ever pushing them forward. The 

 dust and heat and noise and smell and 

 continual action made my head ache. 

 So this was cowboy life, Van's choice I 

 I thought of a certain far away, well 

 ordered home, with perhaps a sweet 

 voiced mother and well groomed sis- 

 ter, and wondered, even while I knew 

 the answer. On the one hand, peace, 

 comfort, affection, and the eternal 

 sameness; on the other, effort, hard- 

 ship, fighting sometimes, but ever with 

 the new day a whole world of unlived 

 possibilities, change, action, and bond- 

 age to no one. 



A particularly fractious heifer at 

 this point suddenly changed my con- 

 templation of Van Anden's charac- 

 ter into a lively share of Van Anden's 

 job. The creature was making good 



