Oh, You Tex! | Page 2

swept the panorama with trained eyes. In the distance
a little bunch of antelope was moving down to water in single file. On a
slope two miles away grazed a small herd of buffalo. No sign of human
habitation was written on that vast solitude of space.

The cowboy swung to the south and held a steady road gait. With an
almost uncanny accuracy he recognized all signs that had to do with
cattle. Though cows, half hidden in the brush, melted into the color of
the hillside, he picked them out unerringly. Brands, at a distance so
great that a tenderfoot could have made of them only a blur, were plain
as a primer to him.
Cows that carried on their flanks the A T O, he turned and started
northward. As he returned, he would gather up these strays and drive
them back to their own range. For in those days, before the barbed wire
had reached Texas and crisscrossed it with boundary lines, the cowboy
was a fence more mobile than the wandering stock.
It was past noon when Roberts dropped into a draw where an immense
man was lying sprawled under a bush. The recumbent man was a
mountain of flesh; how he ever climbed to a saddle was a miracle; how
a little cow-pony carried him was another. Yet there was no better
line-rider in the Panhandle than Jumbo Wilkins.
"'Lo, Texas," the fat man greeted.
The young line-rider had won the nickname of "Texas" in New Mexico
a year or two before by his aggressive championship of his native State.
Somehow the sobriquet had clung to him even after his return to the
Panhandle.
"'Lo, Jumbo," returned the other. "How?"
"Fat like a match. I'm sure losin' flesh. Took up another notch in my
belt yestiddy."
Roberts shifted in the saddle, resting his weight on the horn and the ball
of one foot for ease. He was a slim, brown youth, hard as nails and
tough as whipcord. His eyes were quick and wary. In spite of the imps
of mischief that just now lighted them, one got an impression of
strength. He might or might not be, in the phrase of the country, a "bad
hombre," but it was safe to say he was an efficient one.

"Quick consumption, sure," pronounced the younger man promptly.
"You don't look to me like you weigh an ounce over three hundred an'
fifty pounds. Appetite kind o' gone?"
"You're damn whistlin'. I got an ailment, I tell you, Tex. This mo'nin' I
didn't eat but a few slices of bacon an' some lil' steaks an' a pan or two
o' flapjacks an' mebbe nine or ten biscuits. Afterward I felt kind o'
bloated like. I need some sa'saparilla. Now, if I could make out to get
off for a few days--"
"You could get that sarsaparilla across the bar at the Bird Cage,
couldn't you, Jumbo?" the boy grinned.
The whale of a man looked at him reproachfully. "You never seen me
shootin' up no towns or raisin' hell when I was lit up. I can take a drink
or leave it alone."
"That's right too. Nobody lets it alone more than you do when it can't
be got. I've noticed that."
"You cayn't devil me, boy. I was punchin' longhorns when yore
mammy was paddlin' you for stealin' the sugar. Say, that reminds me.
I'm plumb out o' sugar. Can you loan me some till Pedro gits around? I
got to have sugar or I begin to fall off right away," the big man whined.
The line-riders chatted casually of the topics that interest men in the
land of wide, empty frontiers. Of Indians they had something to say, of
their diminishing grub supply more. Jumbo mentioned that he had
found an A T O cow dead by a water-hole. They spoke incidentally of
the Dinsmore gang, a band of rustlers operating in No Man's Land.
They had little news of people, since neither of them had for three
weeks seen another human being except Quint Sullivan, the line-rider
who fenced the A T O cattle to the east of Roberts.
Presently Roberts nodded a good-bye and passed again into the solitude
of empty spaces. The land-waves swallowed him. Once more he
followed draws, crossed washes, climbed cow-backed hills, picking up
drift-cattle as he rode.

It was late afternoon when he saw a thin spiral of smoke from a rise of
ground. Smoke meant that some human being was abroad in the land,
and every man on the range called for investigation. The rider moved
forward to reconnoiter.
He saw a man, a horse, a cow, a calf, and a fire. When these five things
came together, it meant that somebody was branding. The present
business of Roberts