Been riding the range for days, and passing the nights by campfires, on meadow lands, side rivers, under trees. Doing the work of ranch hands, mending fences, counting cattle, branding calfs and such.

At the far end of the trail there's this shack, beside another creek, at the edge of trees, next to grassy hills.

A place to bath, wash earth from skin, wander about seeing what there is to see, leaving thoughts of toil and troubles, for a time, and living the natural life.