"What I meant was breezy and picturesque. Things can happen, out here. Life and men don't run in grooves." "No, nor horses," assented Andy. "Leastways, not in oiled ones." He was remembering how that spur-shank had become bent. "You did some magnificent riding, this morning. By Jove! I've never seen anything like it.
Sherwood Branciforte was down in the blacksmith shop at the Rocking R, watching one Andy Green hammer a spur-shank straight. Andy was what he himself called a tamer of wild ones, and he was hard upon his riding gear. Sherwood had that morning watched with much admiration the bending of that same spur-shank, and his respect for Andy was beautiful to behold.