CHAPTER TWENTYA year and more rolled by. Summer came again to Cedar Range—a summer marked by abundant rain and grass that greened the knolls and flats from the mountains to the desert.
Cattlemen had their first year of prosperity in that isolated section of Arizona. Pencarrow’s cowboys burned the C.R.B. brand on five thousand new calves! And other ranchers on the range multiplied their herds in like proportion.
The remnants of the several rustler bands that had fared like robber barons vanished as if by magic. Pine Mound dwindled to a deserted village and the road that led from it to Holbrook became a trail overgrown with weeds. From Sycamore Canyon to Harrobin’s old hiding place in the brakes this fading road was said to be haunted. Cowboys made use of other trails. Around the campfires
