The Winslow mail., 1897-09-18

| OOyOle Ian, buCkSAIA I1SlIIOu anu
Black Canyon Paint, that showed five
feet of daylight under his feet every
time he left the ground, and dozen
others-all big, ugly brutes. Not
horse among them that was not old at
the business, and onto all the tricks of
| the range. Bakers Terror was
brought in last. He stood like lamb
las easy to saddle as an old gentle
horse. Broncho Charley was eager to
| show his skill. Now was his time to
gain cheap glory.
He mounted. Terror stood without
moving muscle until all was ready
i when suddenly he sprang high into the
air. Then he followed with three tre-
| fmendouS jumps to the right, and at the
Igleft turn flung Charley, long hair, buck
laskin and six-shooters in one confused
head over the five bar fence.
And it looked for while as if this
shorse would win the prize for his own
er, but he gave up after flinging Two of
| the best men in the outfit.
And now, after an intermission, the
| humble Snowman rode out and pro-
| nOunced the second contest:
Anybody that can ride the horse I'm
about to bring into the ring will be
given check for $3.50, which is on de-
posit 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 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 Zant's Black
| Wolfw Too we'll they knew what that
name meant.
For a while it seemed as if 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, lie Cali
fornian second and Doc Bright last.
Black Wolf suspected something
when the cinches were tightened, but
he merely smelled Of his masters hand
| and went to nibbling 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 a 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 a rocket, and, with marvel
Gus agility, wheeled end for end in
| midair.
Hardly had he landed before he was
off again. this time wheeling in the op-
| 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
hole, tossed his hat to a friend and
bounded into the saddle like cat.
But, alas! Two Of those fearful side
sweeps pitched California's honor
headlong into a heap of sand. And
California's honor narrowly escaped a
broken neck.
Wildly the Arizona faction cheered
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
ioy. But Doc was not overconfident.
The easy defeat of the other contest
ants unnerved him, for he knew them
to be no ordinary riders. Worse than
all, he was handicapped by a wide
reputation. In his heart he wished he
had stayed at home.
But it was too late to back out now.
So taking a 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 co." and
Doc dug the spurs deep.
With loud below, Black Wolf
jumped once forward to get start,
then left the ground full six feet and
whirled before he came down. Now
he plunged to the right now to the left;
then forward, then backward, up and
down, around and around, until Docs
nose and ears were running blood. An
other jump and the grip of his spurs
was shaken loose. Desperately lie
clung to the horn, but in vain. He lost
both stirrupS.
At last Doc could stand it no longer.
Calling to mind an old trick, he caught
the horn with both hands and jumped
clear of everything. He struck on his
feet, but fell from exhaustion.
Ladies' and gentlemen" said Bron-
cho Charlie, when the uproar had
somewhat abated, "the money is yet
my own. Is there any other person
that would El-o tO make q trial for IT?