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She will have none of this bucking brute and swaggering, ragged rider, and I must fain follow him in prose, afoot! It was one o'clock, and yet he had only gained Rattlesnake Hill. For in that time Jovita had rehearsed to him all her imperfections and practised all her vices. Thrice had she stumbled.
Various other competitors did their turn round the ring, some propping and bucking over the jumps, others rushing and tearing at their fences; not one jumped as a hunter should. Some got themselves into difficulties by changing feet or misjudging the distance, and were loudly applauded by the crowd for "cleverness" in getting themselves out of the difficulties they had themselves created.
It was this which made the animal a living torch. The pony in its fright was rearing and plunging, bucking and squealing so that the lad had difficulty in keeping his seat. "Steady, steady, Pink-eye," he soothed. For an instant the broncho ceased its wild antics and stood trembling with fear. "Bang!" Tad had aimed the heavy revolver and pulled the trigger.
He flung out of saddle and strode alongside the cutter. "About two hours ago 'not more, I'll swear I pulled out to take a ride around the cattle like I usually do, every day. I left the beggar busy enough, bucking fire-wood. I wasn't away much over an hour, but when I got back I found he'd drifted couldn't locate him anywhere.
After they had eaten, Curly strolled off by himself to the depot. "Gimme a ticket to Tin Cup for this evening. I want to go by the express," he told the agent. The man looked at him and grinned. "I saw you at Mesa in the bucking broncho doings last year, didn't I?" "Maybe you did and maybe you didn't. Why?" "You certainly stay with the bad bronchs to a fare-you-well.
Well, dad had forgotten about the monkey-wrench in his system, and I guess we are going to enjoy ourselves here in the old-fashioned way. Yours all right, "Hennery." The Bad Boy and His Dad Have Trouble with a New Breakfast Food Dad Rides a Bucking Broncho. San Antonio, Texas. My Dear Chum: Dad and I left Hot Springs because the man who kept the hotel where we stopped got prejudiced against me.
Evidently, these were the news-man's tonic; for he at once did what he described as "bucking it" and called down the speaking tube for the press man to put on the old cartoon. The opposition paper required more finesse on the part of the handy man. Bat strolled as if it were a matter of habit into the telegraph editor's room, where he lolled back in one of the two empty chairs.
Up in the air in front and behind and all together pitching this way and that; rooting, jumping, bucking, doing everything except rolling on the ground, the screaming horse tried to get rid of its rider. Vaughan did not know what he was doing. Sheer pluck, and the supple strength of his young body, brought him through a test where more experienced riders would have failed.
The horse rears, jerking his fine head from side to side, then bucks with a whinny of rage, and the "liver brigade" scatters. A mounted policeman, on the alert to render assistance and prevent accidents, brings along his well-trained steed at a hand-gallop, recognises the rider of the bucking thoroughbred, and reins up with a grin on his bronzed face.
For a little space of time both of them with their heads bent forward contemplated it. Then with a flirt of his manacled hands Trencher flung it away from him, and with a sickly pallor of fright and surrender stealing up under the skin of his cheeks he stared at the detective. "You win, Murtha," he said dully. "What's the use bucking the game after your luck is gone? Come on, let's go down-town.
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