Black Grass Fever

And andy Clyde as California. Well, Hoppy, what about our story? We call this one black grass fever. Some folks don't realize it, but in the early days of the Great West, cattle ranchers had a great responsibility to the big cities in the east.

They keep the stock moving to the packing house at on time so they can handle it all right. Once in a while, if a rancher didn't have the cattle he promised to deliver, he'd try to buy or borrow it from some friend of his.

But sometimes on account of drought or rustling or freezing weather, that might be hard to do. I remember one time California and I were finding it that way. Have nothing but sad luck, and we've been traveling a hard trail a long, long way from the bar to what age.

You're all gone. It's so much stronger we're going to be eating this out of Clyde Darshan. Ha ha ha ha. See that blue sky straight ahead of these twin deuce we're riding through. Erm, er, yeah.

Well, as soon as we get there, we drop down into one of the sweetest little cattle ranches in all Montana. We've seen plenty of ranches in this trip, how few of you fuck we need is the right folks to do business with.

Now who all Matt Blaine, one of the finest guys anywhere. Matt told me when he started this friend that the things ever got tough to just come over and borrow a few hundred heads. Well, I reckon things should stay a couple, right?

Heh, heh. Hadn't been for me, we probably could have bought all we needed, cleared, back and chai in. Oh, sure, whatever got into you, California. The first thing I knew you had your six-year-out, and there you were, making that poor fellow dance to that lady piano player's music.