The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1897-10-08

would successfully ride certain
horse belonging TO his outfit.
Finally the time rolled round for the
opening of the great fete. The third
and last day was set for the broncho
riding. BY an hour past noon the
grandstand was packed TO suffocation;
even the roof lent its puny aid In seat
ing the crowds, while the fence for 100
yards each side budded with boys.
At last, in all the glory OF buckskin,
long hair and six-shooters, Broncho
Charley rode into the inclosure aud an
nounced that the first contest would be
for the 500 prize. Snow" he said,
bring on your buckers."
They were led In one at time.
Coyote Dan, Buckskn Hellion and
Black Canyon Paint, that showed five
feet of daylight under his feet every
time he left the ground. and a dozen
others-all big, ugly brutes Not a
horse among them that was not old at
the business, and onto all the tricks Of
the range. Bakers Terror was
brought I'm last. He stood like lamb
-as easy to saddle as an old gentle
horse. Broncho Charley was eager to
show his skill. Now was his time to
gain cheap glory.
lie mounted. Terror stood without
moving a muscle until all was ready
when suddenly he sprang high into the
air. Then he followed with three ire
mendous jumps TO the right. and at the
left turn flung Charley, long hair, buck
skin and six-shooters In one confused
head over the five bar fence
And IT looked for while as II this
horse would win the prize for his own
err, but he gave up after hinging two Of
the best men In the outfit.
And now, after an lntermlssion. the
humble Snowman rode out and pro-
n0unced the second contest:
Anybody that can ride the horse I'm
about to bring into the ring will he
given check for $3.50, which Is on de
post In the Cactus bank. Mind you,
he must be ridden with free saddle
rolls and bucking straps are barred.
Now, come on. you crack riders. and
try your skill; here comes the horse"
AT this everybody looked toward the
entrance to see Bill Zant leading Black
Wolf into the ring. Up went a wild
shout. AT once fell the hopes of all the
local riders. while those from distant
parts OF the territory groaned and
turned pale when the crowd began
shouting. "Hurrah for Bill Ianfs BLACK
Wolff Too well they knew what that
name meant
For while II seemed as IL no con
testants were going to appear. Finally
three came forward-a Californian, "A
Mexican and Doc Bright, the self
styled king of Southern Arizona cow
boys.
AT the drawing Of straws for turns
the Mexican drew first mount, rhe Cali
fornian second and Doc Bright last.
Black Wolf suspected something
when the cinches were frightened. but
he merely smelled Of his masters hand
and went to Dibbling grass.
The Mexican felt of his spurs. Then.
catching the horn in both hands, he
sprang lightly into the saddle. Bill
jerked off the blind and jumped out of
the way.
Just n moment the horse glanced
about him-just moment quivered
from head to foot; then. dropping his
head between his forefeet. he shot up
ward like n rocket, and. with marvel
Gus agility, wheeled end for end i'm
midair.
Hardly had he landed before he was
Off again. this time wheeling in the OPP
posite direction and shaking himself
like wet dog to loosen the hold Of the
raking spurs. one more jump, and the
Mexican was flung whirling to the
ground, where he lay until some of his
companions carried him unconscious
out of the ring.
Catching the horse again. Bill called
to the Californian to take his medicine.
The young fellow hesitated. Then re-
membering that the honor of his State
must be upheld he drew up his belt a
hole. tossed his hat to friend and
bounded into the saddle like a eat.
But, alas, Two of those fearful side
sweeps pitched CALIFORNIA; honor
headlong into a heap of sand And
CALIFORNIA; honor narrowly escaped a
broken neck.
Wildly the Arizona faction chcered
over this defeat. Their man only was
left. and he might possibly win the
day. He was fresh. while the horse
must certainly be the worse after buck.
ing two rounds.
And now, as the territory's pride
walked into the ring, the assembled
hundreds went beside themselves with
Joy. But Doc was not overconfident
The easy defeat OF the other contest.
ants unnerved him. for he knew them
to he no ordinary riders. Worse than
all, he was handicapped by a wide
reputation. In his heart he wished he
had stayed at home.
But IL was too late to back out now
So taking n swallow of water. he flung
away his hat and went to the middle
of the ring. where Black Wolf. though
blindfolded. was paving the earth and
snorting fiercely.
Taking a running start. he bounced
into the saddle. Let him go" and
/ Doe dug the spurs deem