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Updated: May 27, 2025
I kind o' calc'late 't won't pay to take the cretur's shoes 'n' hide off to-night, 'n' the' won't be much iron on that hoss's huffs an haour after daylight, I'll bate ye a quarter." "I'll walk along with you," said Mr. Bernard; "I feel as if I could get along well enough now." So they set off together.
He stood still fur most a minute like that, black agin the red sky, and then he turned his hoss's head and jabbed him with his stirrup edge. Jest as the hoss started they come a shot from somewheres behind me. I s'pose they was some one hid in the lumber piles, where the street crossed the railway, besides myself.
They were urged on by two mounted officers wear ing respectively the silver stars of a Colonel and a Major. "The feller on the bay hoss's my meat," shouted Shorty from the left. "All right," answered Si. "I'll take the chap on the roan." "Wait a little," cautioned the Lieutenant. "We'll get more of them if you do. Now, let them have it. Ready Aim FIRE!"
"Because," explained the cowpuncher, "if I save my hoss's wind I may be saving my own life." Where the trail bent like an elbow and shot sheer down for the plain and Sour Creek, Riley Sinclair pointed his horse's nose up to the taller mountains, but Jig sat his horse in melancholy silence and looked mournfully up at his companion. "So long," said Sinclair cheerily.
'You'd holler fur your milk bottle before he goes a eighth with you. "'Aw, you go to hell! says Micky. "I borrows a curb 'n' chain from Eddy Murphy he's been usin' it on ole Dandelion. It's fierce you can bust a hoss's jaw with it. I puts it on Hamilton next work-out. "'I guess that'll hold little Hammy, I says, when Snowball's up. But it don't.
Anson's form could just barely be distinguished in the gloom. He lay stretched out. Another groan escaped him. "Shore I'm scared he's hurt," said Wilson. "Hoss rolled right on top of him. An' thet hoss's heavy," declared Moze. They got down and knelt beside their leader. In the darkness his face looked dull gray. His breathing was not right.
He was startled out of his reverie by Brevoort. "Mebby I'm dreamin'," whispered the Texan, "but I'm plumb certain I seen somethin' drift into that cactus-patch." "Cattle," said Pete. "No. No cattle in these parts." "Stray mebby." "I dunno. Jest sit light in your saddle and watch your hoss's ears. He'll tell you right quick if there's another hoss in there."
A native told him about an abandoned log house on the top of a mountain called "Devilbrow." "They used it for a fire-warden station in the days when Egypt had enough timber to make it an object to protect it," said the man. "You'll be plenty lonesome up there. You can get your wagon within half a mile. Pack your truck on your hoss's back and lead him the rest of the way. That's what I used to do.
He bit at the King's flank an' shoulder an' neck. Lucy pulled till I yelled she'd throw the hoss an' kill us both. Then Wildfire jumped for us. Runnin' an' strikin' with both feet at once! Bostil, thet hoss's hell! Then he hit us an' down we went. I had a bad spill. But the King's not hurt an' thet's a blessed wonder." "No race, Van! It was hard luck. Take him home," said Bostil.
As I stood speechless with conflicting emotions, he lit his pipe and continued, more hopefully: "I've got to go up to the Point to git a nail put in the hoss's shu, so I come down to ask you to go up to the house and jine us."
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