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Updated: May 23, 2025
But I'll tell you this: The only things that haven't changed, on the Devil's Tooth, are Riley and the pintos. And even they let you drive 'em to Jumpoff and back last spring without busting things up. They're getting old, I guess. Maybe we're all getting old. Still, Rosa and Subrosa are only ten past, and I haven't had a birthday for years
He pulled the door shut, picked up the empty whisky flasks and threw them, one after the other, as far as he could send them into a rocky gulch where Mary Hope would not be likely to go. Then he recrossed the enclosure, crawled through the fence, untied the pintos and drove home. The bunk house emanated a pronounced odor of whisky and bad air, and much snoring, just as Lance expected.
It was, as usual, crowded with horses of low and middle class degree some old and worn, some young and raw, many extraordinary pintos, one or two mounts above the average of size or beauty, but nothing to secure more than passing attention. The scene in and about the corral held a great fascination for Jim.
Not so; the little pintos, buckskins, bays, and chestnuts dashed to the door and stopped short in a full gallop; as a bit of staccato equestrianism it was superb. And then the wherefore of all this dashing horsemanship, this curveting, prancing, galloping revival of knightly tourney effects was apparent—Judith Rodney had opened post-office.
Waco was busy in the kitchen when he came in. After the noon meal, Pat again climbed the hill. He seemed worried about something. When he returned he told Waco to hitch the pintos to the buckboard. "Get your coat," he told Waco. "We're going over to Stacey." Waco's hands trembled. "Say, boss, if you don't mind " "Get your coat. I'll talk to Buck. You needn't to worry. I'll square you with Buck.
Sandy had his long rangy roans, and for leaders a pair of half-broken pinto bronchos. The pintos, caught the summer before upon the Alberta prairies, were fleet as deer, but wicked and uncertain. They were Baptiste's special care and pride.
"It wasn't her tongue that was hurt," Lance observed, and barely saved the buckboard from upsetting on a rock as Rosa and Subrosa shied violently and simultaneously at a rabbit scuttling from a bush before them. He swung the pintos to the right, jounced down into some sort of trail, and let them go loping along at their usual pace.
"Bat him on the head if you have to, Lance," Belle called, cold-eyed but capable. "He'll get sunstroke out here in this heat. And if you can get him into the house you had better tie him down till a doctor comes." Then she left, with the pintos circling in a lope to get out through the gate and into the trail.
"I've told Carara to hitch up the pintos for me. I must be going." "I'll see that you are safely started," said the young widow; and leaving the trio on the gallery, they entered the house. When they had gone, Jean smiled wisely at Helen. "Roberta's such a thoughtful chaperon," she observed, whereupon Miss Blake giggled. As for Mrs.
"Suppose it's the Pintos, then. How do we get there?" "Hard-ash breeze," returned the other succinctly. "Our rowboat is outfitted and waiting." "Good work!" said Jones heartily. "How far is it?" "Sixty miles to the turn of the Laguna. There's a four-mile current to help.
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