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Turning to the near-sighted man who had been staring at the college youth meanwhile, the spokesman took a deep breath, and said, simply yet proudly, as if describing the piece de resistance of this exhibition: "The four-eyed gent is Willie, plain Willie, a born range-rider, and the best hip shot this side of the Santa Fe trail!"
He turned to the cowboy. "Can the sorrel be saddled without ropin'?" "Bluey does," was the reply, "but I don't know that he'll let me." "Won't you saddle him for me, Bob-Cat? I know I can ride him if I have a fair show." The range-rider turned to the old Ranger. "How about it?" he said. "The kid'll hunt leather for a while and then eat grass.
Harrison looked him over with indolent insolence. "Some folks find this climate don't agree with them. Some folks find it better to drift out, casual-like, y' understand?" "Yes?" "I'm tellin' it to you straight." "That you're going to leave? The Lunar Company will miss you," suggested the range-rider politely. "Think you're darned clever, don't you? It's you that's leaving the company, Mr.
Adroitly he bound Yeager's arms to his side by winding the rope round and round his body, after which he knotted it tightly several times at a point just between the shoulder blades. The range-rider observed that he was a heavy-set, powerful man of about his own height. He wore plain shiny leather chaps and the usual high-heeled boots of a cowpuncher.
The presence of range cattle in close proximity to this creek, for we were in the Cherokee Strip, baffled my reasoning; but the next day we met a range-rider who explained that the present condition of the stream was unheard of before, and that native cattle had instinct enough to avoid it.
You will pardon, is it not so, and do me the honor to dine with me before you leave?" The heels of the Mexican came together, he bowed, and offered a hand to the range-rider. "Just one moment, general. All that listens fine to me, but what are the conditions?" Ramon made a gesture of regret at being so sadly misunderstood. "Conditions! There are none." "None at all?" "None.
If it came to a pinch the turning of a saddle might spoil everything, and so far as he could the range-rider was forestalling any accidents that might be due to carelessness. "How long am I to wait for you?" asked Threewit. "We'd ought to be back inside of an hour and a half if luck's with us. But we may be delayed by some one hanging around.
He had forced a situation which could not be met without a showdown. This meant that the young range-rider would either have to take a thrashing or draw his forty-five and use it. Neither of these alternatives seemed worth while in view of the small stakes at issue. Because he was not ready to kill or be killed, Dave was flying for the hills.
So it was, at first, that few noticed the troop of horsemen which swung in at one end of the town, to ride slowly and silently down the main street. Each of the hundred men in the troop carried a rifle balanced across his saddle pommel; each was dressed in the garb of the range-rider; and the face of each, glimpsed by the light from some window or doorway, was grimly stern.
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