The herd was moving again, and they were making good time.

Within the hour the herd was moving over the river, three miles to the north.

He headed for the fence, while the main herd moved on.

Maybe the herd had moved north faster than he calculated.

First, they learned that the herd moves much more than previously thought.

Only it made me itch all the more to get that herd moving.

Summer came again and the herd moved north, but not so far north as they had the year before.

They've enough men to keep that herd moving while some of them scouted around and shot it out with us.

What's going to happen next year if a herd moves in there?

The day was fine and the herd moving nicely, with Dish holding the point as if he had held it all his life.