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"And you know I ain't got no team my horse, he ain't right strong didn't winter none too well and I couldn't go there with just one mule, now could I?" "You'll have to take my team of broncs," said Wid. "You can start out from my place." "But one thing, Sim Gage," he continued, "when you've started, I'm a-coming down here with a pitch-fork and I'm a-going to clean out this place! It ain't human.
They kep' travelin'. If you ask me, they're movin' yet, and they've got our broncs with 'em." This had already occurred to Dave as a possibility. "Any proof?" he asked quietly. "A-plenty. I been ridin' on the point all day. Three-four times we cut trail of five horses. Two of the five are bein' ridden. My Four-Bits hoss has got a broken front hoof. So has one of the five."
Let's get us a couple of broncs and go up to the Territory for a spell. Used to be a lot of wild turkeys in a place I know. It'd do us a lot of good." "Why, dad, we can't do that! And, besides, those turkeys were killed out years ago." "Um-m! I s'pose so. Ain't much left to shoot at but tin cans, come to think of it." There was a pause.
"And for the love o' Heaven, don't forget canteens! Get every canteen in town. Cayn't have my men runnin' around with their tongues hangin' out. Better bring out a bunch of broncs to pack supplies around. It's goin' to be one man-sized contract runnin' the commissary." The cañon above them was by this time a sea of fire, the most terrifying sight Bob had ever looked upon.
"Billy he's all straight. He doesn't know nothin' about me." He collected the six-shooters from the floor. "I jest takes these with me for a spell," he continued. "You'll find them, if you look hard enough, along on th' trail also yore broncs." He backed toward the door. "I'm layin' fer th' man that sticks his head out that door," he warned. "Stranger," said Black Hank as he neared the door.
The traders forgot, for the moment, their quarrel in the need of common action. West snatched up a rifle and dropped a bullet in front of the nearest Indian. The warning brought the Crees up short. They held a long consultation and one of them came forward making the peace sign. In pigeon English he expressed their demands. "He's gone lit right out stole one of our broncs.
"Nothin', Chief," bravely trying to cover up the pain with a grin. "I asked you what's the matter!" "Well, gee whiz, if you have to know everything, one of them broncs piled up with me this afternoon, and I busted my knee." The Chief felt sorry for Frank, because he knew how his heart was set on the sport in hand. "Sorry, Winess, but you'll have to step out and let Charley take your place."
An' men is worth more to me than horses right now. I reckon," he finished, eyeing Calumet with a certain vindictiveness, which had undoubtedly lasted over from his acquaintance with the latter in the old days; "that you ain't a heap smart at breakin' broncs, an' you won't want the black now." "I'm reckonin' on ridin' him back to the Lazy Y," said Calumet.
The team of six bronchos fought against the weight of the lumbering vehicle behind, with stiff front legs threw themselves back against their harness. The driver, high on his box, sawed at the lines with his foot heavy on the creaking brake. "Whoa!" he roared. "Easy, yuh cow-faced loco-eyed broncs! Steady now, or I'll beat the livin' tar outn yuh!"
"Why, that's an invitation ter us ter stop," rejoined Pete. Rapidly he explained the case, and Buck began to roar and bellow angrily, as was his wont. "Waal, what d'yer think uv that? The derned greasers! And I was on my way ter give 'em some free tickets. We show down in the village to-night. Help you out? Surest thing you know. Turn them broncs loose, and you and yer friends pile in.
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