About the ranch it seemed lonesome without Jack.  It was like coming home from school when we were kids and finding mother gone to the neighbor’s.  We always liked to find her at home.  We busied ourselves repairing fences, putting in flood-gates on the river, doing anything to keep away from camp.  Miller himself went back to see Jack within ten days, remaining a week.  None of us stayed at the home ranch any more than we could help.  We visited other camps on hatched excuses, until the home round-ups began.  When any one else asked us about Jack, we would blow about what a fine claim he had, and what a boost we had given him.  When we buckled down to the summer’s work the gloom gradually left us.  There were men to be sent on the eastern, western, and middle divisions of the general round-up of the Strip.  Two men were sent south into the Cheyenne country to catch anything that had winter-drifted.  Our range lay in the middle division.  Miller and one man looked after it on the general round-up.

It was a busy year with us.  Our range was full stocked, and by early fall was rich with fat cattle.  We lived with the wagon after the shipping season commenced.  Then we missed Jack, although the new cook did the best he knew how.  Train after train went out of our pasture, yet the cattle were never missed.  We never went to camp now; only the wagon went in after supplies, though we often came within sight of the stabling and corrals in our work.

One day, late in the season, we were getting out a train load of “Barb Wire” cattle, when who should come toddling along on a plow nag but Jack himself.  Busy as we were, he held quite a levee, though he didn’t give down much news, nor have anything to say about himself or the crops.  That night at camp, while the rest of us were arranging the guards for the night, Miller and Jack prowled off in an opposite direction from the beef herd, possibly half a mile, and afoot, too.  We could all see that something was working.  Some trouble was bothering Jack, and he had come to a friend in need, so we thought.  They did not come back to camp until the moon was up and the second guard had gone out to relieve the first.  When they came back not a word was spoken.  They unrolled Miller’s bed and slept together.

The next morning as Jack was leaving us to return to his claim, we overheard him say to Miller, “I’ll write you.”  As he faded from our sight, Miller smiled to himself, as though he was tickled about something.  Finally Billy Edwards brought things to a head by asking bluntly, “What’s up with Jack?  We want to know.”

“Oh, it’s too good,” said Miller.  “If that little game-legged rooster hasn’t gone and deluded some girl back in the State into marrying him, I’m a horse-thief.  You fellows are all in the play, too.  Came here special to see when we could best get away.  Wants every one of us to come.  He’s built another end to his house, double log style, floored both rooms and the middle.  Says he will have two fiddlers, and promises us the hog killingest time of our lives.  I’ve accepted the invitation on behalf of the ‘J+H’s’ without consulting any one.”