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Updated: October 29, 2025
At daybreak it was raining, and Billy after the manner of cowboys slept late; for there would be no riding until the weather cleared, and there being no herd to hold, there would be none working save the horse-wrangler, the night-hawk and cook. It was the cook who handed him a folded paper and a sealed envelope when he did finally appear for a cup of coffee.
We'll just stretch this horse-wrangler, and save the county some expense." Law shrugged. "Do what you like with him, but it isn't necessary. He'll confess in regulation form, I'm sure. I had to work fast to learn what became of Mrs. Austin." "Miz Austin? What's happened to her?" Dave's voice changed; there was a sudden quickening of his words. "They've got her, Blaze.
I didn't see him pass any uh the vile liquor to little Jakie, but " he twirled a blackened match stub in his fingers and then tossed it from him. "Aw, gwan! Jakie wouldn't touch nothing when he was in town," Happy Jack objected. "I betche he's gone crazy, or else " "Well," interrupted the horse-wrangler, "I've told yuh what I know and all I know. Take it or leave it."
Then, timidly, urged by their comrades' jeers, the two wranglers whom I invited brought me a saddle and bridle and I bitted him and held him while they saddled. Then I rode him. Afterwards, with much misgiving, but shamed into boldness, the chief horse-wrangler mounted him and rode him. Selinus was tamed! "Felix," said the Villicus, "you are too valuable to set to herding cattle.
He could dance almost as well as a circus horse; and when Frank had tended the saddle herd at night, as horse-wrangler, he was accustomed to depend on Buckskin to give ample warning of trouble, whether in the shape of a storm, a threatened stampede, or the presence of cattle-rustlers.
And a horse-wrangler has got to hold up his end. I I didn't want to kill anybody, honest. But Injuns are different. You kill rattlers, and they ain't as mean as Injuns. That one I shot at was shooting at me before I even so much as knew there was one around. I just shot back. Father would, or anybody else." "I know I know," she conceded, the tender womanliness of her sighing over the need.
Our foremen were lying around temporary headquarters, and as we were starting for our respective camps for the night, Lovell suggested that we hold our outfits all ready to move out with the herds on an hour's notice. Accordingly the next morning, I refused every one leave of absence, and gave special orders to the cook and horse-wrangler to have things in hand to start on an emergency order.
It required no urging; I outlined clearly what was expected of their mission, requesting them to return by the way of Flood's wagon, and to receive any orders which my employer might see fit to send. The horse-wrangler was pressed in to stand the guard of one of the absent lads on the second watch, and I agreed to take the other, which fell in the third.
Constantly using fresh horses, I covered a wide circle of country, making one ride down the river into Goliad County of over fifty miles, returning the next day. Within a week I had made up my outfit, including the horse-wrangler and cook.
A dozen travelers dropped in every day, but this particular one happened to be Ned Bannister. From the stable door a shot rang out. Bannister ducked and shouted genially: "Try again." But Helen Messiter whirled her pony as on a half-dollar, and charged down on the stable. "Who fired that shot?" she demanded, her eyes blazing. The horse-wrangler showed embarrassment.
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