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To my wonder I don't turn no flip-flap, but performs like a draw-shot in billiards. I plants my moccasins on the springboard; an' then instead of goin' on an' over a cayouse who's standin' thar awaitin' sech events, I shoots back'ard about fifteen foot an' lands in a ondistinguishable heap. An' as I strikes a plank it smashes a brace of my ribs. "'For a second I'm blurred in my intellects.
I recalls how I'm galivantin' 'round in the Panhandle country it's years ago when I'm young an' recent an' as I'm ridin' along south of the Canadian one day, I discerns a pony an' a gent an' a fire', an' what looks like a yearlin' calf tied down. I knows the pony for Lem Woodruff's cayouse, an' heads over to say "Howdy" to Lem.
"As I says, merely to show the malignant spell this yere Slim Jim casts over a bronco, we-alls throws him onto this Remorse pony one mornin'. "'Which if you can't get along with that cayouse, remarks Jack Moore at the time, 'I reckons it's foreordained you-all has to go afoot. "An' that's how it turns out.
Boggs, in his frenzy, pulls his six-shooter, an' goes to dictatin' with it towards Watkins. "'Pull your freight, roars Boggs; 'don't you stay near me none. Get, or I'll give you every load in the gun. "This Watkins person spurs his cayouse away; at the same time he's laughin' at Boggs, deemin' his terrors that a-way as reedic'lous.
Which it's me who says so: an' one time an' another I shore shoves plenty of scenery onder the hoofs of a cayouse myse'f. "About the foogitive Cheyennes? Merritt moves up to the War Bonnet like Stanton su'gests, corrals 'em, kills their ponies an' drives 'em back to the agency on foot.
Sim does this on the argyment that the obsequies, former, takes place too near the spring. This yere Sim's pony two months later steps in a dog hole when him an' Sim's goin' along full swing with some cattle on a stampede, an' the cayouse falls on Sim an' breaks everything about him incloosive of his neck.
In the door is standin' a most ornery seemin' gent, with long, tangled ha'r an' beard, an' his clothes looks like he's shorely witnessed times. The hands of this ha'ry gent is in his pockets, an' he exhibits a mighty soopercilious air. Bill pulls up his cayouse for a powwow. "How far is it to a place where I can camp down for the night? asks Bill.
As for what it means, I would have allowed that any gent who escapes bein' as weak-minded as Thompson's colt an' that cayouse is that imbecile he used tos wim a river to get a drink would hesitate with shame to ask sech questions. "'Ornery' is a word the meanin' whereof is goin' to depend a heap on what you brands with it." This was said like an oracle.
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