Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . y working away, withmarlin spike and leather strings, on a new quirt, I seen acircus band there a-ridin hosses an a-playin at the sametime. Makin sure enuff music ? queried one of the boys. They sure was, replied Peg Leg; an whats more,them ole white hosses they was a-ridin never batted an eye,but jist tromped along like a bunch of hearse horses. Id sure love to see em try any such funny businesswith these yere little ole diggers were a-ridin, he con-tinued, Lordy, but wouldnt they git up an rag whenthe first toot com
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . y working away, withmarlin spike and leather strings, on a new quirt, I seen acircus band there a-ridin hosses an a-playin at the sametime. Makin sure enuff music ? queried one of the boys. They sure was, replied Peg Leg; an whats more,them ole white hosses they was a-ridin never batted an eye,but jist tromped along like a bunch of hearse horses. Id sure love to see em try any such funny businesswith these yere little ole diggers were a-ridin, he con-tinued, Lordy, but wouldnt they git up an rag whenthe first toot come off. If yed been wid me in the good old gallopin SixthCavalry, yed sure had a chanst to observe jist such a per-formance, said Pat the cook, who was busy at the messbox with supper preparations. The mess wagon was backed up into the shade of agreat, wide-spreading juniper, and the outfit was waitingfehere a few days for a bunch of fresh saddle horses from thehorse camp. Ten or a dozen punchers were lying about inthe shade, some asleep, some overhauling war bags, sun- 86. =<5 3e -2 5i An Arizona Etude 87 ning bedding, and others like Russel making quirts or hairropes. The old red-headed cooks army experiences were thebutt of a great many sly jokes among the men, but he al-ways had something new to relate, and the intimation, thathe had seen a band mounted on western horses, was enoughto excite their curiosity. Tell us about it, Pat, said Tex, them Sixth Cavalryfellers sure rode the outpitchenest lot of bronks I ever seeoutside of a cow-outfit. I reckin Id oughter know, fer Iwere a workin fer old man White down in the San SimonValley clost to Fort Bowie in them days. Any reference to the old mans former regiment warmedthe cockles of the cooks heart, and he needed no urging tostart him off on the story. We was all a-layin up at old Fort Tonto, he saidrolling out, with an empty beer bottle, what Russel said wasthe lid of a dried apple pie, the whole regiment beingthere after t
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