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Updated: May 16, 2025
That was all there was to it, though I might add that the next day we come along by old Whisky Simeon's joint that sets out on the sand-hills, you know, and we put spurs to our bronks and went whooping by, with old Whisky Sim a-staring and a-hollering after us like he thought we was crazy.
And if he sold his own airplane, how then would he fly? How could he ever hope to be in the game as long as Bland had been? How could he do anything but go back meekly to the Rolling R Ranch and ride bronks for Mary V's father, and be hailed as Skyrider still, who had no more any hope of riding the sky?
If you get time, you might ride up and get one or two of these half-broke bronks and ride 'em a little. The boys have got a few here now that's pretty well gentled, and they're workin' on a fresh bunch. The quieter they are, the better price they'll bring, and they won't have time to ride 'em all. You can handle one or two all right, can't yuh?"
"This is working with live things, if anybody wants to know," Pete declared. "Wait till you see Burns in action; handling bronks is easy compared to " "About where does the side line come, Pete?" Burns interrupted. "If Gil stands here and holds the horse for that close-up saddling " He whirled upon Gil Huntley. "Lead that sorrel up here," he commanded.
"Sam, you've been a long time with the outfit. You've been a good man. You aren't crippled up and you're the best rider of the bunch of us. Why don't you go out any more?" Sam lighted a cigarette, blew out the blazing match and laid the burnt stub carefully on a box. He smoked stolidly, gazing at the dingy wall before him. "Bust them bronks in the corral," he said at last, grinning briefly.
"Me, I wisht we c'd git hold of some of them bronks they're bustin' now at the ranch. Tex was tellin' me they's shore some good ones." "What's the good of wishin'?" a man behind him growled. "We ain't doing so worse." "No but broke hosses beats broomtails. Ain't no harm in wishin' they'd turn loose and bust some for us; save us that much work."
And now Sandy was gone, too and Johnny only had a couple of bronks in the little pasture and she would just like to know what she was going to do? She should think that the least Johnny and Bland could do would be to come back and do something about the horses. They surely must have seen Jake running away, and Johnny would have sense enough to know what that meant.
"I dunno as I harmed him much," he said, wiping doughnut crumbs from his mouth with one hasty sweep of his forearm. "But his horse came outa the brush, and he never. I guess I killed him, all right. Anyway, mother, I had to. He took a shot at me first. It was the day we lost Rattler and the bronks," He added accurately.
But as the sayin' is: 'Man plans an' God displans, an' I guess it's so. Here yuh are, laid up fer the summer, Dell says the las' thing on earth, I guess, that yuh was lookin' fer. An' yuh rode buckin' bronks right along, too. I never looked fer Whizzer t' buck yuh off, I must say yuh got the name uh bein' sech a good rider, too.
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