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"I don't waste time thinkin' about such, Andy. You finish up the grub. I got all I want." "Shucks! This ain't all. We ain't touched the grub in your saddle-pockets yet. Ma Bailey sure fixed us up right." "That'll do for noon," said Pete. "I'll run your hoss in, when I git Blue Smoke. Your hoss'll follow, anyway." "Jest a minute till I git my rope." "Nope, you stay here.
"If you make any motions toward that gun you're packing, it'll make things simpler, in a way." The rider slipped from the saddle with a broad grin. "Right up to form," he sang cheerfully, although he kept his hands elevated while the other took his gun. "My hoss'll be calm enough now that that danged thing is shut off.
He was then ordered to put his watch and whatever money he had, in the road, and to retreat three paces. Drawing a knife he cut the traces, and took out of the shafts the Judge's famous trotting mare, Lizzie D., which he mounted with the remark: "'Sheriff Johnson, I reckon, would come after the money anyway, but the hoss'll fetch him sure pop.
"'You are entirely welcome, mah boy, says ole man Sanford, wavin' his hand. "'Say, Pete says to me, 'I think this hoss'll cop without shot in the arm. He's awful good! "'Not fur mine, I says. 'He can run fur Sweeney when he ain't got no hop in him. Just let some sassy hoss look him in the eye fur two jumps 'n' he'll holler, "Please, mister, don't!" Yea, bo', I says, 'I know this pup too well.
Duane gathered encouragement from that chorus of coarse laughter. "Wal, if them tourists ain't too durned snooky the hoss'll be safe in the 'dobe shack back of Bill's here. Feed thar, too, but you'll hev to rustle water." Duane led Bullet to the place indicated, had care of his welfare, and left him there.
"I like this Hamilton colt the minute I gets my lamps on him. He ain't over fifteen hands, but he's all hoss. He'll weigh right at nine hundred, 'n' that's quite a chunk of a two-year-old. He's got a fine little head on him 'n' his eye has the right look. A good game hoss'll look at you like a eagle. I don't want nothin' to do with a sheep-eyed pup. This colt has a eye like a game cock.
"He's trying to get up!" exclaimed the girl. "My hoss'll take care of him." "But your horse might drag him to death." "Well, it's his own funeral, ain't it?" The girl's eyes grew big. She stepped back. If she had only said something Lorry would have felt better. As it was he felt decidedly uncomfortable. "If you'll say what is right, ma'am, I'll do it. You want me to turn him loose?" "I No.
"I reckon mebbe the best hoss'll prove himself yet," said Lassiter, "an', Jane, if it ever comes to that race I'd like you to be on Wrangle." "I'd like that, too," rejoined Venters. "But, Jane, maybe Lassiter's hint is extreme. Bad as your prospects are, you'll surely never come to the running point." "Who knows!" she replied, with mournful smile. "No, no, Jane, it can't be so bad as all that.
A wild temptation came to Bull to test the horse even in this crisis of excitement, with every evil passion roused in him. He stepped out again, his right hand extended, his voice soft. "Diablo!" The stallion jerked his head toward the voice, but the head was twitched away as the man with the rope brought it taut again. "You fool!" he shouted. "Get back, or the hoss'll nail you!"
"I'm workin' Rainbow each day, 'n' in three weeks I take him twice around the course at a good clip. "'The hoss'll do in another week, I says to the old gent. "'I'll be ready fur you, he says, shuttin' his mouth, 'n' that was the worst week of all for Mr. Van. But he improved wonderful, 'n' one mawnin' he takes Rainbow over the course at speed.
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