"If yu wants to corral this here herd of simoleons yu has to ride a
cayuse what Red bet me yu can't ride. Yu has got to grow on that there
saddle and stayed growed for five whole minutes by Buck's ticker. I
ain't a-goin' to tell yu he's any saw-horse, for yu'd know better, as
yu reckons Red wouldn't bet on no losin' proposition if he knowed
better, which same he don't. Yu straddles that four-laigged cloudburst
an' yu gets these, sabe? I ain't seen th' cayuse yet that yu couldn't
freeze to, an' I'm backin' my opinions with my moral support an' one
month's pay.
By-and-by's eyes began to glitter as the meaning of the words sifted
through his befuddled mind. Ride a horse-five dollars- ride a five-
dollars horse-horses ride dollars-then he straightened up and began to
speak in an incoherent jumble of Sioux and bad English. He, the mighty
rider of the Sioux; he, the bravest warrior and the greatest hunter;
could he ride a horse for five dollars? Well, he rather thought he
could. Grasping Red by the shoulder, he tacked for the door and
narrowly missed hitting the bottom step first, landing, as it
happened, in the soft dust with Red's leg around his neck. Somewhat
sobered by the jar, he stood up and apologized to the crowd for Red
getting in the way, declaring that Red was a "Heap good un," and that
he didn't mean to do it.
The outfit of the Bar-20 was, perhaps, the most famous of all from
Canada to the Rio Grande.
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