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It had fitted perfectly. Thereafter she had yielded to another period of thoughtfulness longer this time. A decision had resulted from those periods, for the day before, when a puncher had come in from the outfit, on an errand, she had told him to send Randerson in to the ranchhouse to her, on the following day. And she was expecting him now.
The vague impulses of many days crystallized suddenly into a resolution. "Anyhow I'm goin' to try. Soon as the rodeo is over I'm goin' to hit the trail for the big town." "Tucson?" interpreted Johnnie dubiously. "New York." The bow-legged little puncher looked at his friend and gasped. Denver was the limit of Johnnie's imagination.
Only the needs of the baby had power to draw its mother away from the cañon edge. Isobel moved always along the giddy verge wherever she could cling to it, following the unseen workers in the depths. On his first trip to the ranch, the puncher had brought Genevieve's field glasses an absurdly small instrument of remarkable power.
Fate is a funny word: leave the first letter off, an' it 's the cause; leave the last letter off, an' it's the result. Barbie found this out one night when we was discussin' Fate. But I mean the sober side o' Fate, when I say I believe in it. A train starts out o' New York city just the same time that a fool cow puncher ropes a pony so he can ride to town for a big time.
Her charming face was known and liked on the screens of several continents. Now it broke into lines of mischievous amusement. "I don't mind if Mr. Harrison doesn't." She flashed a gay, inquiring look toward that discomfited villain, who was leaning for support on his accomplice Jackson and glaring at Yeager. Impudently she tilted her chin back toward the puncher. "Are you always so so impetuous?
"I ain't been runnin' this range a whole lot," said the puncher uneasily; "but I reckon even then I ought to be able to nose out a quicksand. But I didn't, an' there's forty beeves that's goin' to cow-heaven pretty soon if somethin' ain't done. If you've got any men around here which could give us a lift, we'd be pleased to thank you." "Of course," she said. "Wait!"
When the home missionary reached the hotel he found a grave and decorous group of sympathizers. "I was surely right careless, sir, to start thataway so onexpected," Dud apologized. "I hope you didn't get jounced up much." "Some one had ought to work you over for bein' so plumb wooden-haided, Dud," the puncher from the Keystone reproved him. "Here was Mr.
Ma Bailey wiped Pete's face with her apron and put her motherly arm beneath his head. "If he was my boy, Jim Bailey, I'd I'd show you!" Pete raised on his elbow. "I'm all right, mam. It wa'n't his fault. I said I could ride that hoss. Did I make it?" "Accordin' to your watch here," said the puncher who held Pete's irresponsible timepiece, "you rid him for four hours and sixteen minutes.
She remembered now, her heart sinking with a sudden, vague fear, that she had neglected to trail the reins over the animal's head, as she had been instructed to do by the puncher who had gentled the pony for her; he had told her that no western horse, broken by an experienced rider, would stray with a dragging rein. She gave a quick, frightened glance around.
Devil him into a fight an' then let him hand me a lacin'. I reckon not." "He'll figure that since he can lick you, he can make out to look after himself with the other boys." "He ain't licked me yet, an' that's only half of it. He ain't a-goin' to." Fuming at this outrageous proposition put up to him, the puncher jingled away and left his triple-chinned friend. Blister grinned.
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