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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Never seen such a maniac for puttin' things where a feller can't find 'em, as what Luck is." He was not actually speak ing to Annie-Many-Ponies or if he was he did not choose to point his remarks by glancing at her. "Wagalexa Conka, he heap careful for things belong when they stay," Annie-Many-Ponies observed in her musical contralto voice which always irritated Applehead with its very melody.
He could not afford to be merciful at the expense of good "picture-stuff," however, so he called down grimly: "Now you're just about fagged enough for that close-up I want of you, Applehead. You went up that gulch a shade too brisk for a fellow that's all in from traveling, and starved into the bargain. Come back down here by this sand bank, and start up towards camera.
The Flying U boys might overlook that fact because of her beauty, but Applehead was not so easily beguiled especially when she proceeded to form a violent attachment to the little black dog, which she called Shunka Chistala in what Applehead considered a brazen flaunting of her Indian blood and language, Between the mistress of Shunka Chistala and the master of the cat there could never be anything more cordial than an armed truce.
"Hey, boys!" Luck Lindsay shouted to Applehead and one or two of the Happy Family who were down at the chuck wagon engaged in uneasy discussion as to what Luck would say when he found out about their intention to leave. "Come on up here this is going to be a wiping out of old scores and I want to get it over with!"
Applehead, thus pushed into leadership, chewed his mustache and eyed the mesa sourly. "Well, seein' they've set us afoot, I calc'late we're jest about entitled to any dang thing we run across that's ridable," he acceded. "'N' the way I'd do, would be to git on high groun' with them glasses 'n' look fer hosses. 'N' then head fer 'em 'n' round 'em up afoot 'n' rope out what we want.
I thought I saw a bunch in the big corral " "I rustled enough saddle horses to give us all two apiece," Applehead admitted, perspiring coldly. "'Tain't much of a string, but " "You did? Sounds like you've been reading my mind, Applehead. Now we'll grubstake the outfit " "Er well, I took the chuck-wagon in yest'day and loaded 'er up with grub fer two weeks," blurted Applehead heroically.
I cain't watch Navvyies 'n' mill things over in m' haid at the same time." Lite grinned and wriggled over so that his back was against a rock. He laid his six-shooter Ostentatiously across his lap and got out his tobacco and papers. "Go ahead and think, Applehead," he consented placidly. "I'll guard your scalp-lock." Speaking literally, Applehead had no scalplock to guard.
Got back here a little ways beyond the stable with two barrels sloshing over the top, and the cat not this one, but a black-and-white cat, that was the cat jumped out from behind a buck brush. Hot dog! That bronk went straight in the air! Remember that time?" Luck leaned back in his chair to laugh. "I shore do," Applehead chuckled.
"What's up to me?" Luck came hurrying down the ladder backwards. "Has Applehead gone as crazy as his cat? I've nothing to do with strangers coming to the ranch." "Yes," said Rosemary, twinkling her brown eyes at him, "but this is a woman. Mr. Forrman refuses to take any responsibility " "So do I. I don't know of any woman that's liable to come trailing me up. Where is she?"
Applehead did not resent the invasion; on the contrary, he welcomed it as a pleasant change in his monotonous existence. What he did resent was the coming, first, of the little black dog that was no more than a tramp and had no right on the ranch, and that broke all the laws of decency and gratitude by making the life of the big blue cat miserable.
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