Chapter 8
The "Lazy L"The homeward trip was a picnic. Counting mine, we had one
hundred and fifty saddle horses. All surplus men in the employ of
Major Mabry had been previously sent home until there remained at
the close of the season only the drover, seven men, and myself. We
averaged forty miles a day returning, sweeping down the plains like
a north wind until Red River Station was reached. There our ways
parted, and cutting separate my horses, we bade each other
farewell, the main outfit heading for Fort Worth, while I bore to
the westward for Palo Pinto. Major Seth was anxious to secure my
services for another year, but I made no definite promises. We
parted the best of friends. There were scattering ranches on my
route, but driving fifty loose horses made traveling slow,
