United States or Latvia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"You are hurt," she said, clutching his arm passionately. "No," he said. "But I wouldn't mind that if" "You're thinkin' I was afeard to come back last night when I heard the shootin', but I did come," she went on feverishly. "I ran back here when I heard the two shots, but you were gone. I went to the corral, but your hoss wasn't there, and I thought you'd got away."
"Hain't none of you folks got spunk enough to carry me over to see the jedge?" demanded Lem; "my horses ain't fit to travel to-night." Another silence followed, and Lem laughed contemptuously but good-naturedly, and turned on his heel. "Guess I'll walk, then," he said. "You kin have my white hoss, Lem," said Moses Hatch.
"Shore you haven't made up with Bo yet," returned Roy. Bo blushed rosy red, and the cowboy's face lost something of its somber hue. "I allow it's none of your d darn bizness if SHE ain't made up with me," he said. "Las Vegas, you're a wonder with a hoss an' a rope, an' I reckon with a gun, but when it comes to girls you shore ain't there." "I'm no Mormon, by golly!
'Very good, then, said she, and she took her roan mare by the head and led it up to the curbstone. 'Now then, said she, 'you can take your hoss out of the cab and put this hoss in, and you can drive her till your hoss gets well, and durin' that time I'll walk.
Dolly swept Mostyn's expectant face with a startled look and then fixed her eyes on the speaker. "It is this way, Mrs. Timmons," she began, falteringly. "Warren Wilks suggested the subject, and " "That ain't what I axed you," the woman retorted, sharply. "Pull in that hoss, Joe, or I'll git out an' walk the balance o' the way afoot. That ain't what I axed you, Dolly Drake.
"It belongs to the Dales over at Medicine Spring on Soogan Creek." "The girl married Chuck Morgan. Shore, Mis' Dale's hoss, huh? I'll take it right back soon's I get shaved. I s'pose I'll have a jomightyful time explaining it to the old lady." "It isn't the mother's horse. It's the daughter's. She was in town yesterday." "You mean Chuck's wife, Mis' Morgan?"
It seemed that Andrew was making a hurried trip; that Buck Heath had loaned him his horse for the first leg of it, and that Buck would call later for the animal. It had sounded strange, but Sullivan was not there to ask questions. He had led Andrew to the corral and told him to make his choice. "There was an old pinto in there," said Sullivan, "all leather in that hoss. You know him, Joe.
Lucy's advent, on an unknown horse that even her father could not disparage, was the last and unexpected addition to the suspense. They all knew that if the horse was fast Lucy would be dangerous. Holley at last spoke: "She's up on a wild stallion. He's red, like fire. He's mighty big strong. Looks as if he didn't want to go near the bunch. Lord! what action! ... Bostil, I'd say a great hoss!"
He eyed me coolly; in fact, he was as cool as if there were no fire on Penetier. But Bud was white and sick, and Herky flaming with excitement. "We hain't got a chance. Listen! Thet roar! She's hummin'." "It's runnin' up the draw. We don't stand no showdown in hyar. Grab a hoss now, an' we'll try to head acrost the ridge."
"Speakin' for myself, I don't hanker after his hoss like Bill Kilduff; or his girl, like Lee Haines; or his life, like the chief. All I want is a shot at that wolf-dog, that Black Bart!" "You look sort of het up, Hal." "He come near puttin' his teeth into my leg down at Morgan's place the day Barry cleaned up the chief." "Why, any dog is apt to take a snap at a feller." "This ain't a dog.
Word Of The Day