Excerpt from Flying U RanchThe Coming of a Native SonThe Happy Family, watching for the Sunday supper call, have been grouped across the open door of the bunk-residence, gossiping idly of factors purely nearby, while the Old Man again from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunkhouse, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke younger muscle tissues and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips: "This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi, boys - a peeler directly from the Golden Gate. Throw out your struggle-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-u-ell; some of the boys will show you whereinto mattress down.