“Why, don’t you remember what he said when he introduced me to you, down in Moroni? ‘This is Mr. Hardy,’ he said, ‘a white cowman. If you have to go across his range, go quick, and tell your men the same.’ You may have forgotten, but it made a great 189 impression on me. And then, to show there was no mistake about it, he told me if I found any of his sheep on my range to order them off, and you would see that they went. Isn’t that straight?”
He leaned over and looked the sheepman in the eye but Thomas met his glance with a sardonic smile. “Sure, it’s right. But I’ve received other orders since then. You know Jim claims to be religious––he’s one of the elders in the church down there––and he likes to keep his word good. After you was gone he come around to me and said: ‘That’s all right, Shep, about what I said to that cowman, but there’s one thing I want you always to remember––feed my sheep!’ Well, them’s my orders.”
“Well,” commented Hardy, “that may be good Scripture, but what about my cows? There’s plenty of feed out on The Rolls for Jim’s sheep, but my cows have got to drink. We cowmen have been sheeped out of all the lower country down there, and here we are, crowded clear up against the rocks. You’ve stolen a march on us and of course you’re entitled to some feed, but give us a chance. You’ve been sheeped out yourself, and you know what it feels like. Now all I ask of you is that you turn out through this pass and go down onto The Rolls. If you’ll do that I can turn all the rest of the sheep and keep my cows from starving, but if you 190 go through me they’ll all go through me, and I’m done for. I don’t make any threats and I can’t offer any inducements, but I just ask you, as a white man, to go around.”
As he ended his appeal he stood with his hands thrown out, and the sheepman looked at him, smiling curiously.
“Well,” he said, at last, “you’re a new kind of cowman on me, pardner, but I’ll go you, if Jim throws a fit.”
He advanced, and held out his hand, and Hardy took it.
“If all sheepmen were like you,” he said, “life would be worth living in these parts.” And so, in a friendship unparalleled in the history of the Four Peaks country, a sheepman and a cowman parted in amity––and the sheep went around.