Buck and Jasper were still asleep in the bunkhouse when smoke from a range fire filled their nostrils. Coughing and sputtering awake; ready!
Buck saddled his horse, while Jasper rode his mule bareback toward the approaching fire. Buck caught up quickly and he had roped a big steer. Jasper found one of the other hands and borrowed a rope. He heeled the same steer Buck had roped. Buck shot the steer and they began a drag!
Jasper's mule was used to pulling a wagon and the collar he wore kept him from feeling the sting of rope. They rode either side of the flames. The smear of blood from the steer helped to extinguish the last of the fire as the other cowhands had done a good job before Buck and Jasper had joined the fray.
It was nearly sun-up, and Buck and Jasper had a long day ahead, putting out hotspots on the dry parched range land. It was another day another dollar on the high dry plains of Texas. Jasper told Buck, they needed to seek a cooler climate. Buck's reply, "Where?"
Jasper, " I heard Montana is a might cooler, with high mountains, cool streams, trout..." Buck interupted, "..and Grizzly bear!"
"..ya know, Jasper, the last Grizz was kilt outchere on the plains back in the '70's, afore all the buffalo! I ain't lookin' to get ate up!"
Jasper's reply," I knew that's what you wuz gonna say! I got a plan!"
" I ain't listnin' ta one of your gall dangged plans, buzzard bait!" said Buck, " I'ma stayin' rightchere! Ya hear!" " #%@!&Z* S.O.B.!"
Jasper winked and nodded, as he laughed out loud! "Yeah, yeah yeah!";
"Ya old fool!" emphasized Buck, as he kicked dirt at Jasper.
"Montana huh?" first words out of Buck's mouth the next morning!