TWO BOUQUETS

He knows how it felt to ride the wind and storm all day and come into camp wet, cold and hungry, and fill up on hot biscuits and frijoles, and then crawl into a hen-skin bed to get warm. He knows, too, how it felt to get out on a cold morning, saddle up a half-broke bronc before sunrise, and ease into a frost-covered saddle, hoping all the while that he could keep that old pony from breaking in two.