The Cattle Rustlers Of Coconino

warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. Hello boys and girls, this is Ranger Bill. I guess you know me by now, but in case you don't, then we can get acquainted while I tell you a story of the Old West brought up to date in a new and strange way, a way that took a

lot of figuring out. I suppose that most of us, when somebody mentions the West, well, we think of cowboys and cattle and cattle rustlers. People is an old, old American slang word that meant to borrow something that wasn't yours, usually late at night.

And it also meant that when you borrowed it, you had no intention of returning it. Of course, cattle rustling hasn't really gone on for many, many years now. Modern systems of communication sort of automatically put a stop to it.

And even so, we found ourselves confronted with that very thing. It all happened just a little while ago. In the story I call... The Cattle-Rustlers of Coconino. Being here half an hour. I had some trouble with a couple of strays.

Rough work. One man riding herd on this many cattle. Well, get on with it. We ain't got all night. I'll get them centered in a minute or two. You got everything ready? Sure. Alright. Come.

Yeah! Hey! Hey! See anything of them over there? No. Not a sign, Joe. I simply can't understand it. I can't understand it. We're right up and down and backwards and forwards across this whole section of the range.