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All this tumult astonished Thorne. "I had no idea this Samuels case interested them quite so much up there; nor did I imagine it possible they would raise such a row over that old long-horn. I haven't been up in that country as much as I should have liked, but I did not suspect they were so hostile to the Service." "They always have been," commented California John.
"Well, maybe, Brydges may have had him out in the forty horse power car! He sent a lot of awful rot East! That wasn't the worst of it. You'd think the Eastern fellows would know the difference between a maverick and a long-horn! He's been going round to the Eastern editors giving them doped stuff, lies dated out here written right down in New York!
There were lots of old long-horn cowmen living in the town, who owned cattle in that Cherokee Strip that Officer is always talking about. Well, there's lots of folks up there that think a nigger is as good as anybody else, and when you find such people set in their ways, it's best not to argue matters with them, but lay low and let on you think that way too.
Towns that once, in the time of the long-horn steer and the forty-four and the nerve to handle both, were frankly unconventional.
Thus, on the turn of a low card, the line-back steer passed into the questionable possession of Dick Larkin. The Cherokee Strip wrought magic in a Texas steer. One or two winters in its rigorous climate transformed the gaunt long-horn into a marketable beef. The line-back steer met the rigors of the first winter and by June was as glossy as a gentleman's silk tile.
"Jeff Tuttle, you dashed old long-horn!" exclaimed Cousin Egbert. "Good old Sour-dough!" exploded the other. "Ain't this just like old home week!" "I thought mebbe you wouldn't know me with all my beadwork and my new war-bonnet on," continued Cousin Egbert. "Know you, why, you knock-kneed old Siwash, I could pick out your hide in a tanyard!" "Well, well, well!" replied Cousin Egbert.
He sat up like a major, his chest out, his mustache as big on his thin face as a Mameluke's. It always made Lambert think of the handlebars on that long-horn safety bicycle that he came riding into the Bad Lands. "The worst part of it is, Mr. Wilson, that he's not the only one." "Neighbors livin' off of you, are they?
We passed bands of antelope and herds of long-horn Texas cattle, and at last, just as the first red beams of the sun flamed over the bluffs in front of us, we rode down into the valley of the Little Missouri, where our ranch house stood. I never became a good roper, nor more than an average rider, according to ranch standards.
Willie looked chagrined. "This ain't their habitat," added Stover apologetically. "Well, he ought to have meat, and it ought to be wild raw, if possible." "There ain't nothin' wilder 'n a long-horn. We can git him a steer." "You are sure the meat isn't too tender?" "It's tougher 'n a night in jail." "There ain't no sausage-mill that'll dent it." "Good! The rarer it is the better.
The words came gustily from the creek down the slope: "No chaps, no slicker, and a-pourin' down rain, And I swear by the Lord I'll never night-herd again, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy-a, youpy-a, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy-a! "Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle, I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle, Coma ti yi " "Do shut the door, Billy Louise! What you want to stand there like that for?
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