Excerpt from Page 33 – “Heading East – Spring 1883

Published August 26, 2016

Rustler on the Rosebud: The Legend of Jack Sully | J. G. Swedlund

Excerpt from Page 33 – “Heading East – Spring 1883”:

Leaving Oelrichs next morning, Jack stayed south of the White River.
All the fury of the late winter blizzard had changed to water and ice,
rivulets expanding creeks to feed the torrents of the ice-choked, raging
White River. A gray wolf glided along the opposite bank of the White; it’s
coat just darker than the water itself. Great ice chunks toppled upon each
other, tipping on edge, gouging banks; tumbling dead trees, and black,
bloated carcasses floating in the flood plain. There would be heavy flooding
all along its tributaries and mother Missouri, nature’s force relieving
itself.

He daydreamed of Mary, rocking in the saddle, through the scrub
brush, cottonwoods, greening buds, just peeping out of gray spackled,
white branches. His mind leapt to conjure up a plan for next month when
few big ranch cowhands would be crossing up river, and cattle to the south
would go unattended before roundup in May, after the river had expended
its fury. He had time to make another run with a herd to Nebraska. He
also needed a better method of selling the cattle. His first trip required
four days finding an “entrepreneur” willing to risk buying.