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Updated: June 26, 2025
Well, we can use a little fresh beef in this very camp. We'll kill him at noon. The wagon will move down near the river this morning, so we can make three rodeos from it without moving camp, and to-night we'll have a side of Pinto's ribs barbecued. My mouth is watering this very minute for a rib roast." That morning after a big rodeo on the Nueces, well above the Ganso, we returned to camp.
The Greaser admits he may have busted off the fastenin' of that single blinder down Pinto's nose. Anyhow, Pinto runs a few short jumps, and then stops, lookin' troubled. The next minute he hides his face on the Greaser and there is a glimpse of bright, glad sunlight on the bottom of Jose's moccasins.
It was thus that she drove into Elsmore, the rattling of the old buggy and the spots of lather on the pinto's sides exciting a ripple of curiosity, which furnished its own solution in the fact that it was "that there Starkweather girl," who was generally conceded to be "a great one." She stopped her panting horse before the doctor's office, and sprang out.
Although the girl on the pinto could not have been far from sixteen, her face seemed to express a serious mind. The scream of that bane of the cattlemen the mountain lion rang out from the coulie again. The girl clapped her tiny spurs against the pinto's flanks, and that little animal doubled her pace.
"Little birds in their nest should agree," old Conway warned, as, with a sweep of his battered old hat to the ladies, he turned to re-enter his office. With a nod of farewell, John Parker and his wife started riding down the draw, while Farrel turned to unloosen his saddle-girth and adjust the heavy stock-saddle on the pinto's back.
But Tonio had an idea. "Father and Pedro came from this direction," he said, pointing toward the south, "and so the hacienda must be somewhere over that way." They started bravely toward the south and had not gone far when they struck a rough road. Tonio stooped down and found the fresh prints of Pinto's hoofs in the mud. "This is the way," he cried joyfully. "I'm sure of it."
My camp was on one of Pinto's beaten trails, but he abandoned it and passed fifty yards to one side or the other whenever his business took him down that way, and he never meddled with me or mine. One night, as his tracks showed, he came to within twenty feet of my bivouac, sniffed around inquiringly and passed on.
He was in evening dress, and spoke like a gentleman. "I had your letter, Mr. Silva," he said. "You received my telephone message?" "Yes," said Silva. "I wanted to see you particularly. You understand that what I say is wholly confidential." "That I understand," said the man called Cartwright. He took Pinto's proferred cigarette and lit it.
Incidentally he suggests that we get a tall leather blinder and run it down Pinto's nose, right between his eyes. "This last was what caught us most of all. 'This here blinder idea, says Tom Redmond, 'is plumb scientific. The trouble with us cow punchers is we ain't got no brains or we wouldn't be cow punchers!
There! I declare if that good-for-nothin' Chevalita isn't callin' me again!" She retired precipitately into the house, and her ruse was apparent; her quick ears had caught, not the voice of her criada, but the sound of a pinto's hoofs on the road, and she recognized its portent as did the girl in the shadows.
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