CHAPTER 11ONE morning a few days later Charley was riding alone on Dapple Gray toward a long line of high foothills in the west. He was thinking about the Black Grizzly and wishing more than ever that he could manage to kill him. He was anxious to put an end to the grizzly’s raids upon the cattle and the colts, and he also could not help wishing he might be the one to earn the two-thousand-dollar reward. To him, as to all the other cowboys, it seemed a small fortune for they were, in general, paid only forty dollars a month.
With this in mind Charley decided to ride to the long line of hills and take a look over the countryside from their heights. He rode on across the lowland for a mile and came to a wide space where, two weeks before, flood waters caused by a waterspout had overflowed t
