You see Wyatt Earp, the famous cowboy, right out of the ol' west. But rather    than his usual job, he seems to be herding buffalo.                             "Well, now! I sees they finally sent th' cow hand I bin lookin' fer!"                          "Name's Earp. Wyatt. Pleasure to meet ya." He extends his hand in greeting.                                                                                                                                                                                    "Well," he looks somewhat at a loss for words, "I hafter build this here ranch  fer them buffalo up yonder. Might need some help."                                                                                                                             "Buildin's easy. Its them damn proportions..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                 "I divided me land into nine equal sections. Trouble is, how do I distribute    the grain? Somes buffalo bigger 'n others, needs more grain. I got me thirty    sacks to plant, but how many per section? I thinks I needs math."                              "Well, the way I figures, the daily intake of me buffalo divided by their       average weight comes out to ten sacks per row, and ten per column. Trouble is,  me sacks come in bundles of 1,2,3,4,5 and 6. Goodness!"                                        "Yes, gracious! How am I supposeder lay these sacks to insure the skinny buffs  don't git skinnier, and the fat fatter? Well anyhows, I made a plan."                                                                                                          "I set up some shale slabs east of here, and numbered them. Before I start      digging th' corral, I need to finish that floor plan. Once I has the slabs laid proper, I can follow it to dig the corral."                                                    He ponders for a moment. "Hmmm. Maybe you can help me build this corral. Go     east, my boy. Arrange the slabs, and maybe I might reward ya."                                                                                                                 "I got this here orb I found." He pulls out a large blue crystal ball. The orb! "If you can arrange the slabs, I'll give you this here orb. Just remember the   rule."                                                                                         "Every row, vertical and horizontal, must add up to ten. Don't worry about      diagonals. You jes do that, then come back and talk to me. Thanks."                                                                                                            "Come on now, boy. No work, no pay! S'nough of this chit chat."                                                                                                                                                                                                