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Updated: June 15, 2025
He lifted the stirrup it was a little stock saddle, with everything just like a big saddle except the size; Daddy Chip had had it made for the Kid in Cheyenne, last Christmas and began to undo the latigo, whistling self-consciously and finding that his lips kept trying to come unpuckered all the time, and trying to tremble just the way they did when he cried. He had no intention of crying. "Gee!
Beyond the open doors sounded a babel of voices and he could see the men lined two deep before the bar. Swinging from the saddle he threw the stirrup over the seat and became immediately absorbed in the readjustment of his latigo strap. Close beside him Tex Benton's horse dozed with drooping head.
"You can't do any more than you did yesterday. And believe me, you put it over in good style. I don't see what he wants more than you did." "What he wants," said Muriel Gay dispiritedly, "is for me to pull off stunts like that girl. I never saddled a horse in my life till he ordered me to do it in the scene yesterday. Why didn't he tell me far enough ahead so I could rehearse the business? Latigo!
If she was a little white-winged angel, yuh wouldn't stand no kind uh show; and I tell yuh why. She's got a little tin god that she says prayers to regular." "That's Harry. And wouldn't he be the fine brother-in-law? He could borrow all your wages off'n yuh, and when yuh went t' make a pretty ride, he'd up and cut your latigo, and give yuh a fall.
"Resembles the wound made by what reporters always refer to as 'some blunt instrument. The scalp is split but the flesh around the wound is swollen as from a blow. You have a nice lump on your head, Farrel." "Aches terribly," Don Mike murmured. "I had dismounted to tighten my cinch; going down hill the saddle had slid up on my horse's withers. I was tucking in the latigo.
"Where you going?" asked Wally abruptly, when Grant was looping up the end of his latigo. "Just scouting around a little," was the unsatisfactory reply he got, and he scowled as Good Indian rode away.
Lite asked, and reached for his saddle and blanket. "No, I want you to go to bed." Jean's tone was softer than it had been for that whole day. "You've had all the riding you need. I've been shut up with Aunt Ella and her favorite form of torture." "Got your gun?" Lite gave the latigo a final pull which made Pard grunt. "Of course. Why?"
"First you want to put on the bridle " "Burns told me to put on the saddle first; and then he cuts the scene just as I pick up the bridle. The trouble is to get the saddle on right, and then that latigo dope!" "But you ought to bridle him first," Jean insisted. "Supposing you just got the saddle on, and your horse got startled and ran off?
I crawled to where my dead horse was laying, which was only a few feet from my rock house, cut the latigo, removed my saddle from the dead horse, lashed it to my back, taking the mochilar or covering for a saddle, which I have described heretofore, I took my knife and cut a hole in the front portion of the mochila where the pommel of the saddle protrudes, so that I was able to stick my head through.
"I wasn't referring to your manner, m' son," he chuckled, after he had watched Good Indian jerk the latigo loose and pull off the saddle, showing the wet imprint of it on Keno's hide. "I wish the weather was as cool!"
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