66 eight miles east of Flagstaff. They had seen it from the pickup early yesterday morning while headed back to Box Canyon Boys Camp after an overnight camp-out in the Petrified Forest. Wheaties was driving, two boys beside him in the cab and the other four in the bed with sleeping bags and gear. The Bedwetters had the idea simultaneously. Those in back hammered on the cab window, the two in front argued they were not due in camp till afternoon anyway, this might be the only chance they would ever have to see a herd of real buffalo, and after a mile or two of debate, Wheaties gave in, chauffeuring them back to the sign and through the gate and down the dirt road across the plateau. They stopped at a closed gate. The road on the other side continued past a ranchhouse and a motley of vehicles, most of them parked side by side to form a barricade, and a small army of men, women, and children sat on hoods or fenders or bumpers, waiting. There were horsemen near the gate, mounted, waiting. They opened the gate, passed through, closed it, and drove down the road.
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