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- DescriptionOld Applehead Furrman, jogging home across the mesa from Albuquerque, sniffed the soft breeze that came from opal-tinted distances and felt poignantly that spring was indeed here. The grass, thick and green in the sheltered places, was fast painting all the higher ridges and foot-hill slopes, and with the green grass came the lank-bodied, big-kneed calves; which meant that roundup time was at hand. Applehead did t own more than a thousand head of cattle, counting every hoof that walked under his brand. And with the incipient lethargy of old age creeping into his habits of life, roundup time was t with him the important season it once had been; for several years he had been content to hire a couple of men to represent him in the roundups of the larger outfits-men whom he could trust to watch fairly well his interests. By that method he avoided much trouble and hurry and hard work-and escaped also the cares which come with wealth. But this spring was t as other springs had been. Something-whether an awakened ambition or an access of sentiment regarding range matters, he did t kw-was stirring the blood in Applehead's veins. Never, since the days when he had been a cowpuncher, had the wide spaces called to him so alluringly; never had his mind dwelt so insistently upon the approach of spring roundup. Perhaps it was because he heard so much range talk at the ranch, where the boys of the Flying U were foregathered in uneasy idleness, their fingers itching for the feel of lariat ropes and branding irons while they gazed out over the wide spaces of the mesa. So much good rangeland unharnessed by wire fencing the Flying U boys had t seen for many a day. During the winter they had been content to ride over it merely for the purpose of helping to make a motion picture of the range, but with the coming of green grass, and with the reaction that followed the completion of the picture that in the making had filled all their thoughts, they were t so content. To the inevitable reaction had been added a nerve racking period of idleness and uncertainty while Luck Lindsay, their director, strove with the Great Western Film Company in Los Angeles for terms and prices that would make for the prosperity of himself and his company. In his heart Applehead knew, just as the Happy Family knew, that Luck had good and sufficient reasons for over-staying the time-limit he had given himself for the trip. But kwing that Luck was t to be blamed for his long absence did t lessen their impatience, r did it stifle the call of the wide spaces r the subtle influence of the winds that blew softly over the uplands. By the time he reached the ranch Applehead had persuaded himself that the immediate gathering of his cattle was an imperative duty and that he himself must perform it. He could t, he told himself, afford to wait around any longer for luck. Maybe when he came Luck would have thing but disappointment for them, Maybe-Luck was so consarned stubborn when he got an idea in his head-maybe be wouldn't come to any agreement with the Great Western. Maybe they wouldn't offer him eugh money, or leave him eugh freedom in his work; maybe he would fly back on the rope at the last minute, and come back with thing accomplished. Applehead, with the experience gleaned from the stress of seeing luck produce one feature picture without any financial backing whatever and without half eugh capital, was t looking forward with any enthusiasm to ather such ordeal. He did t believe, when all was said and done, that the Flying U boys would be so terribly eager to repeat the performance. He did believe-or he made himself think he believed-that the only sensible thing to do right then was to take the boys and go out and start a roundup of his own. It wouldn't take long-his cattle weren't so badly scattered this year.
- Author(s)B M Bower
- Date of Publication04/08/2013
- FormatPaperback / softback
- Country of PublicationUnited States
- Content Noteblack & white illustrations
- Weight181 g
- Width152 mm
- Height229 mm
- Spine7 mm
- Format DetailsTrade paperback (US),Unsewn / adhesive bound
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