. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. When I got to hisranch he was very glad to see me. We will have that old outlaw of a horse brought to 136 The White Indian Boy time now, he said to his other riders. Here is theboy that can ride him. I told him that I was not so sm-e of that, for I hadnever ridden a bad horse for more than a year. Bad, he said, what do you call jumping oiT a fenceon to the back of a wild mustang ? Oh, she wasnt a bad animal to ride, I said; shedid nothing but run. My horses are not bad to break, he went on, butone of them has thrown two or t
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. When I got to hisranch he was very glad to see me. We will have that old outlaw of a horse brought to 136 The White Indian Boy time now, he said to his other riders. Here is theboy that can ride him. I told him that I was not so sm-e of that, for I hadnever ridden a bad horse for more than a year. Bad, he said, what do you call jumping oiT a fenceon to the back of a wild mustang ? Oh, she wasnt a bad animal to ride, I said; shedid nothing but run. My horses are not bad to break, he went on, butone of them has thrown two or three of the boys, and ithas made him mean.* I want him broken, for he is aboutas good a horse as I have, and I know you can breakhim. The next morning one of Mr. Fausts best riders andI went out to bring in the band the outlaw was man told me that if I was not a very good rider Ihad better keep off that horse, or he would kill me. Itold him that I did not know much about riding, but Iwas not afraid to try him. We brought in the band androped the Part of fortifications built by Utah troops lo nma oacK Jonnstons army. The Year of the Move 137 Mr. Faust asked me whether I thought I could ridehim. I was ready to try. The man who had gone withme tried to get Mr. Faust not to let me do it, for he saidI might be killed. I began to think he was afraid Ishould prove the better rider, for the outlaw had pitchedhim off several times. When things were ready, I mounted the broncho. Hewent off very peaceably for a little way, and I thoughtthat they were making a fool of me; but pretty soonthe old boy turned loose, and he fairly made my neckpop. He gave me the hardest bucking I ever had; buthe did it straight ahead. He did not whirl as some horsesdo, so I stayed with him all right. When he stopped bucking, I sent him through for tenmiles about as fast as he ever went, and when I got backto the ranch I rode up the corral where the man wassaddling another horse. Standing up i
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