Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . how did you pullthrough this hell fire and save yourself and the sheep too ?he asked, patting the dirty cheeks and mud-filled hair. The patron told me to stay here till he returned,said the boy, there are all the sheep, the ten markers, thethree campanas, and the five chivos, that the patron leftwith me. All are there. The childs eyes glowed with thepride of accomplishment. Bill, said the sheepman, whats that little fellersname what we used to recite about in school, him that didthe stunt about standing on the burning
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . how did you pullthrough this hell fire and save yourself and the sheep too ?he asked, patting the dirty cheeks and mud-filled hair. The patron told me to stay here till he returned,said the boy, there are all the sheep, the ten markers, thethree campanas, and the five chivos, that the patron leftwith me. All are there. The childs eyes glowed with thepride of accomplishment. Bill, said the sheepman, whats that little fellersname what we used to recite about in school, him that didthe stunt about standing on the burning deck? You mean Casabianca? Thats him, thats the chap. Say, Pablo—his voicechoked and he swallowed hard before the words wouldcome to his lips—Pablo, youre Casabianca all righty,and then some, for that little feller didnt save his baconby stayin where he was tole to. You not only saved yoursbut twelve hundred of the best ewes and lambs in the statebesides. Ill promise you that ole Santa Clausll bring yousomethin mighty fine next Christmas to pay you for thishere THE SHOOTING UP OF HORSE HEAD THE town of Horse Head had turned over a new was to be no more shooting up of the ceased to be a virtue when the Cross J outfitshipped their last train of steers, and everybody in thegang came into town for a big time, which culminated in ageneral shooting up of the place. The lights in all the saloons were bored full of holes5the solitary street lamp-post, standing in front of theApache House—and the pride of the heart of the oldwoman who kept the place—was riddled over and overagain, and every woman in town scared into a fit ofhysterics. Then the town people rose up in their wrathand called on the marshal to put a stop to it, or resignhis office. Now Jenkins, the marshal, who held the position byvirtue of his ability to shoot quick and true, was somethingof a diplomat. He was not anxious to have a row with anyof the boys, if it could be avoided, a
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