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I heard you comin' before I saw you.... My name's Brown." "Howdy, glad to meet you," replied Pan, and then with evident hesitation. "Mine is Smith." "Panhandle Smith?" queried the other, quickly. "Why, sure," returned Pan with a laugh. "Shake," was all the reply Brown made, except to extend a lean strong hand. "I'm most as lucky as I am unlucky," said Pan warmly.
I'd be delighted to have somebody's mother in the house, Daddy," said Frances, smiling. "You know, you're the best father that ever lived; but you can't be mother, too." "It's what you've missed since you were a tiny little girl, Frances," agreed Captain Rugley, gravely. "But just the same I want 'em to show me a girl in all this blessed Panhandle that's a better or finer girl than my Frances.
A director had come on from the film company to stage the show; but the story as developed was strictly in accordance with Frances Rugley's "plans and specifications." "She's a wonder, that little girl," declared the professional. "She'd make her mark as a scenario writer no doubt of that. I'd like to get her for our company; but they say her father is one of the richest men in the Panhandle."
The actors in this part of the pageant crowded across the desert, were stopped by a stampede of Indian ponies, and later made friends of the wondering savages. From this point on the history of the Panhandle developed rapidly.
Panhandle felt the wind in his hair. He bounced up and down. Squealing with delight he twisted his hands in the flowing mane and held on. At the top of the hill his joy became divided by fear. Curly kept on loping down the hill toward the house. Faster and faster! Panhandle bounced higher and higher, up on his neck, back on his haunches, until suddenly his hold broke and he was thrown.
"They are looking pretty hard, but it can't be for you and me. They saw us long ago." "There! Hardman and Matthews, coming from behind the bar. There's a private office in behind. You can see the door.... Panhandle, let me tell you Hardman seldom shows up here." Pan leisurely got to his feet. His eye quickly caught Matthews' black sombrero, then the big ham of a face, with its drooping mustache.
Panhandle and Cheyenne were intent upon their game. "You kin see better from that side of the table," said Wishful mildly, yet with a peculiar significance. Bartley glanced up, his face expressing bewilderment. "I seen you slip Cheyenne a bill," murmured Wishful. "Accordin' to that, you're backin' him. Thought I'd just mention it." "I don't understand what you're driving at," said Bartley.
"Looks like a pretty stiff drill up those hills," remarked Bartley. "That's why he turned, right here. 'Tain't just the stealin' of my hosses that's interestin' him. He's takin' trouble to run a whizzer on me get me guessin'. Here is where we quit trailin' him. I got my plan workin' like a hen draggin' fence rails. We ain't goin' to trail Panhandle. We're goin' to ride 'round and meet him."
And his mother, discovering his interest, made him a little reata and taught him how to throw it, how to make loops and knots. She told him how her people had owned horses, thrown lassos, run cattle. Panhandle was always watching for the cowboys.
Owing to the fact that many drovers had shipped to Red River, it was generally believed that there would be no congestion of cattle south of that point. All herds were then keeping well to the westward, some even declaring their intention to go through the Panhandle until the Canadian was reached. Two days later we came into the main trail at the crossing of the Colorado River.
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