CHAPTER XVIIIFor three days, I was in the saddle or driving in a buckboard about twenty hours per diem. But I hardly knew when to quit, because I never felt tired.
Suppose that somebody asked you to step into a room that was filled with gold that might be yours some day. Could you get tired counting it? That was the way that I felt when I rode over that range. I tell you honest that there was never nothing made in the way of a range that could of had it beat. There was never nothing! It had trees enough. It had good fences, and it had plenty of them. It had oceans of water, in the right places. It had a good bunkhouse, a fine ranch-house, of course, and what was more to the business point of view, it had lots of fine roomy, warm-built sheds where if an extra bad winter came, you could clo
