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"That flea-bit mare!" charged One-Eye, dropping Johnnie's breakfast and picking up the boy. "Pore kid! . . . . And he was workin'! . . . . Is he hurt bad? . . . . That ongrateful bronc'! . . . . Totin' the blamed thing water, too!" thus they sympathized with him as he swayed against One-Eye, who was steadying him on his feet. Breath and tears came at the same moment the latter in spite of him.
"I'd like to fling a rope, or manage a bad bronc', or something they never saw a girl do before. Oh! I have half a mind to give up and go back to the ranch. Nobody made fun of me out there they didn't dare! And our folks are too kind to tease that way, anyhow," thought the western girl. "Uncle Bill is just paying out his good money for nothing. He said Ruth was a little lady and Helen, too.
Far as I know, I never told you to stand on the D. & R. G. tracks an' try to stop the express with yore head." "I'll have to be going now," Bob said. He turned to Harshaw. "Where's that bronc I get to carry me back?" "Up there in the piñons. Dud, you see he gets a good one. I'm wishin' you luck, son. An' I'll say one thing right out in meetin'. You're a better man than Lou Harshaw."
"The 'Guzzuh'?" queried Stone. "You rode up, then?" "Nope. The Guzzuh is me little old racin'-car. I christened her that right after I got so as I could climb on to her without her pitchin' me off. She's some bronc' she is." Overland Red, despite his outward regeneration, was Overland Red still, only a little more so.
Dillon felt a sinking at the pit of his stomach. "You think this is Houck's outfit?" "That'd be my guess." "An' that they've taken Powder River with them?" "I'm doing better than guessin' about that. One of the party saw a bronc with an empty saddle an' tried to rope it. First time he missed, but he made good when he tried again." "If I had yore imagination, Dud " "Straight goods.
He stepped off a pace to look at it. "Pardon me, but I think you're mistaken," Wallie said, politely but positively. "The Academy buys only thoroughbreds." "If that ain't a bronc, I'll eat it," Pinkey declared, bluntly. "Can you make out the brand?" asked Miss Spenceley. Pinkey ruffed the hair again and stepped back and squinted.
The end of it was that he took my team and left me with his worn-out bronc. I plugged on all day with the hawss till about three mebbe, then seeing it was all in I unsaddled and picketed. I lay down and dropped asleep. Next I knew the necktie-party was in session." "What time was it y'u met this fellow Kinney?" asked Long sharply. "Must have been about nine or nine-thirty I judge."
He was broke to ride. The only difficulty was to mount him. It was all right once one got on his back, but only an expert bronco buster could do it. Every time I set foot in the stirrup he went up in the air, pitched, and bucked and sun-fished. I couldn't draw $10 a week as a printer and waste my time on an outlaw bronc.
Kirby here can make him look like thirty cents, top of a bronc or with a lariat either one," the yellow-chapped vaquero flung out bluntly. Lane looked at his champion, a trifle annoyed. "What's the use o' talkin' foolishness, Kent? I never saw the day I had anything on Cole." "Beat him at Pendleton, didn't you?" "Luck. I drew the best horses."
When bad men go too far we plant 'em on Boot Hill. Understand? Now you slide out of the back door, slap a saddle on your bronc, an' hit the high spots out of here," "And Clanton?" asked Billie. "We'll attend to Clanton's case," A faint smile touched the sardonic face of Prince. "What did you ever see me do to give you the notion that I was yellow, Bancock?" "This ain't your affair.
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