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A stable with always a couple of bronchos handy; handy to slap the packs and saddles on and be off and away whenever the fever for chasin' pockets came over me. Great pocket country down there, to the east and along the desert." "And no house on the ranch?" "Cert!
In a stall of the single livery, a pair of half-wild bronchos, fed and harnessed according to directions, were passively waiting. An old surrey, recently oiled and tightened in all its senile joints, was drawn up conveniently to the door.
"It doesn't show nothin'," said the old man gently, "savin' that he's different from the regular run of men an' I've seen a considerable pile of men, honey. There's other funny things about Dan maybe you ain't noticed. Take the way he has with hosses an' other animals. The wildest man-killin', spur-hatin' bronchos don't put up no fight when them long legs of Dan settle round 'em."
I can't do a thing till those cow-punchers take themselves and their bronchos off the ranch and may it be soon!" she told herself, disconsolately and not oversincerely. The best of us are not above trying to pull the wool over our own eyes, at times. In reality their brief presence made the near future seem very flat and insipid to the Little Doctor.
Connors flushed under his accumulated tan as he remembered the varied pleasures of Santa Fe, and he regarded the bronchos in anything but a pleasant state of mind. Mr. Cassidy slid through the window and approached his friend, looking as serious as he could. "Any tracks?" He inquired, as he glanced quickly over the ground to see for himself. "Not after that wind we had last night.
"Bracken," cried Cameron, striding to him with hand outstretched, "what about the logs for the house? Where did they come from?" "Well, I dunno. Smith was sayin' somethin' about a bee and gettin' green logs." "Smith?" cried Cameron, glancing at that individual now busy unhitching the bronchos.
Swift and fierce upon their flanks fell the hissing lash. "Stand up to them, you beggars!" he shouted to his bronchos, which seemed intent upon turning tail and joining the approaching cavalcade. "Hie, there! Hello! Look out!" he yelled, standing up in his wagon, waving his whip and holding his bronchos steadily on the trail.
Two dubious-looking bronchos, a bay and a white, completed this unique equipage, in which we climbed the mesa and then descended into the valley of the Fontaine. The sable driver was disposed to be communicative, and ventured various opinions upon current topics. He had been through the war, and came West fourteen years ago. "You have had quite an adventurous life," we remarked.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Sing Pete stopped the grub-wagon at the bunk-house; Pedro wrangled the saddle cavallard into the pasture below the barn; Parker and the cowboys jogged their bronchos to the stable door and the Ramblin' Kid, riding the Gold Dust maverick Captain Jack at her heels rode to the circular corral, jerked the saddle from the filly's back and turned the little roan stallion and the outlaw mare inside the corral.
"No," said the boy, throwing his arm round his father's shoulder, "thanks to you, dear old dad, and to God." On the Red Pine trail two men were driving in a buckboard drawn by a pair of half-broken pinto bronchos. The outfit was a rather ramshackle affair, and the driver was like his outfit.
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