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Updated: September 11, 2025
"How the boys would laugh if they heard you'd been feeding sugar to an old broken-down cow-pony! You! Why, I feel better already." "I'm right glad you do, Nell. But you needn't say anything about the sugar. I kind of like the old hoss. Will you promise?" "I don't know. Oh, my head!" She went white and leaned against him. He put his arm around her, and her head lay back against his shoulder.
Wider and wider grew the sea of flame set by the burning blankets. Like Frances, Pratt kept his mount at a fast lope the speediest pace of the trained cow-pony nor did he stop until the blanket was consumed to the rawhide knot. Then he wheeled his mount to look back. He could see nothing but flames and smoke at first.
The rain had slackened when Bev Gribble, looking from his herder's hut up on the mesa, saw that his "bunch" of cattle had disappeared. Certain tracks on the left of the upland pasture exhibited traces of a hasty departure. That there had been a cloudburst over toward the Peaks he was as yet ignorant; nor did he discover this until he had caught his cow-pony and descended into the ravine.
A cow-pony had entered into the spirit of the occasion and was trying to toss his rider over his head. Fresno was the victim of the horse's deviltry. His predicament aroused wild shouts of mirth and sallies of the wit of the corral. "Hunt leather, Fresno, or he'll buck you clean over the wall," shouted Sage-brush. "Grab his tail," yelled Show Low, with a whoop.
Mary Hope ducked her sleek little pig-tailed head outside the door and shooed vehemently at a dingy black hen that happened to be passing. Mary Hope knew that a Douglas had stooped so low as to wave back at Lance Lorrigan, but it seemed unwise to tell her mother so. When Mary Hope was permitted to have a gentle old cow-pony of her own, she rode as often as she dared to Devil's Tooth ridge.
You fellas expect a boss to buck and bite and kick and buffalo you generally. He don't. He don't expect anything like that, and he don't let 'em learn how." "Can you work it that way?" asked Billy Dime. "Nope. I learned the other way and the bosses knows it. I always had to sweat. He's born to it natural, like a good cow-pony is."
This long stretch terminated in a land-slide leading down into the dry, rocky bed of a mountain stream. At the head of the slide we turned our mounts loose, and all got down as best we could, except Mr. Forbes, who rode down in state on his cow-pony. Once over, we crossed a village along the edge of a rice-terrace, in which our horses sank almost up to their knees.
Long before midnight Jimmie left the saloon and crept away to the stable to stroke the soft nose of a restive cow-pony, and to swear soft, endearing curses of eternal farewell. Not long afterward he had the satisfaction of seeing his fellow-cowboy steal through the darkness to whisper good-by to his own horse.
But, since Simon went on for a space and then wheeled, it also cut him off from the coulée. He tore toward the shack, now. After him, tether whipping among the stalks, charged the bull. Again the interpreter side-stepped, just in time, and with the dexterity of a matador. But Simon was more alert, and came about like a cow-pony, emitting terrible bellows. Matthews fled toward Dallas.
Down to the edge of the town he rode, left his cow-pony standing with hanging head outside a saloon, strode through the swinging doors, and asked of the bartender the way to the house of Martin Ryder.
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