volume one IN THE D U D L E Y C L A R K - Ohio Vine Tours

off Sol’s ears, and singed those of his dear mother, had she survived the war.
I’m a bullwhacker far from home.
If you don’t like me just leave me alone;
Eat my grub when hungry, drink when dry.
Whack, punch, swar, then lie down and die!
The dust of the short-legged cattle as they thudded across a barren land
studded with Saguaro cactuses; the grease-belly chuck twice a day; the stardusted
skies at night; the campfire yarning and long days of droving—these
proved a heady potation for one so young, and a compulsion was soon begun
that would find no surcease until he had done as his adopted brothers, and
driven a herd into the northern country.
2 0 ROY ROGERS IN THE 21ST CENTURY