Connie turned to see Mr. Postil who had come up with his small granddaughter.
“You’ll certainly have an opportunity, Mr. Postil, if you don’t mind riding a horse,” Connie laughed. “I’m going to start rounding up all my cattle tomorrow.”
“And will you brand them?” asked the little girl.
“Only a few of the calves which I may keep,” Connie answered. “Branding isn’t as necessary as it was at one time, now that most of the free range is gone.”
“I’ve not been in a saddle for twenty years,” Mr. Postil declared, “but if you have a nice gentle horse I might try it.”
“We have just the one for you,” Connie promised.
“I’m going too,” said the little girl.
“We’ll let you ride in the chuck wagon with Cookie,” Connie laughed. “Then you’ll be perfectly safe.”
News of the coming roundup spread swiftly. Somewhat to the surprise of everyone, Cecil and Helena both showed interest, and Mr. Grimes said he would not miss it for anything.
Immensely cheered, Connie got out the car and drove to the Slocer Ranch to ask the owners if she might borrow a few of their punchers for the big drive.