about noon
The herd had already left the bed-ground , headed south . About five miles above O'Brien 's , we recrossed to the eastern side of the Yellowstone , and for the next three days moved short distances , the military always camped well in our rear . The fourth morning I killed a beef , a forage-wagon came forward and took half of it back to the cavalry camp with our greetings and farewell , and we parted company . Don Lovell met us about noon , elated as a boy over his purchase of the hay ranch . My brother had gone on to the railroad and thence by train to Miles City to meet his remuda and outfit . `` Boys , I have bought you a new home , '' was the greeting of old man Don , as he dismounted at our noon camp . `` There 's a comfortable dugout , stabling for about ten horses , and seventy-five tons of good hay in the stack .