Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1902-08-19

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they make EN-. one things sure;
there'll be heaps of fun when he steps
up ON old kugbolt. That's about the
first one old Dolby III cut out for him.
Sure lie viii give him the worst
enc first; if he can ride hiin he can iide
! the rest. l6ut I've got $40 To bet thal
old kngbolt throws him down. We
worked with COW outfits in ever! state
| otween here and the Rio tirande, ana
seen and rode all kinds of buckli
| horses, but never run onto one like
that old devil | tell you he makes Il
nan see fireworks, every time he hits
the grounds and you can never tell
which way he's goin' to jump. He's
q bad actor. and no mistake.
Kid Moore laughed. bat his reply was
cut short by the cook shouting Sup
peri And all hands made for the cook
| tent.
After supper was over the horse
wrangler drove the horses into the rope
corral which WAS strung out from the
! he'd wagon. and those OF the cowboys
who weIc booked to go on night guard
they We're gathering beef cattle, and
| bad quite IL herd-caught their night
lorses and relieved the day herders.
The rest of them lost no time in roll
ing into bed. for the coWpuncher who
| PUTS in twelve or fourteen hours in the
| saddle every day. ana stands guard two
| and Il half hours every other night, new
/ CT loses II chance to sleep.
early the next morning they We're
awakened by the musical jinSling OF
1 the bells on the clvy as the night hawk
drove them into the corral. Soon the
cook shouted Roll out-breaifasts
| ready
Now, ii takes a very short time for Il
J bunch OF hungry cowpunchers to eat
! breakfast. and in y little while they
| We're preparing to move the camp To
/ Clearwater creek, about ten miles away.
| The tents We're pulled down; the cook
tent. stove. pots. pans and MI the para
| phernalia presided over by old Jake
! Dcvln-as jolly a soul as ever boiled a
pot of coffec-were loaded upon the
mess wagon. The beds, sleeping tent,
corral ropes and other things used by
the outfit We're piled into the other
| wagon.
| After the team horses were caught
| and harnessed. the boys began catching
/ their saddle horses. The Freak, after
helping to load up got his lariat and
! was standing close to the corral. watch
| ing the boys rope out their horses, when
| the boss called to him: "Come on into
the corral. and Ill show you what to
ride
Contrary to the expectations of the
cowboys Dolby pointed out Il chunky
little black, saving as he did so: You
"a \ ~. III 1,;S ,Vo,, i'm. I1n'S
liable t buck some, but after he gifts
thru you en- do anything with i'm.
We've got to round UP between here an
| Clearwater this mornin, and we ain
10 time L fool With mean horses; but
| this afternoon you can ride that Dig
sorrel," pointing to kingbot. IF you
c'n stick him to a finish you en- ride
| anything we've got here.
"All right" said the Freak. and he
tossed his rope over the blacks head.
| After petting him a little, he led HIM
from the corral and saddled him with :
on, any trouble.
That fellow saveys his business
said Dolby to one ~ the cowpunchers.
Looks like it--but man may be
handy with horses and not be top
rider; any man that rides Kingbolt has
got to be natural-born broncho-
fighter
~That's right: Well find out this
afternoon" said Dolby We'll, come on
boys lets hit the trail
The cowpunchers swung into their
saddles. with one eye on the Freak
They knew that the little black, tho
fairly gentle, could make man ride
for Il few seconds. If he got started that
way. But they We're disappointed. The
Freak gathered up his reins, and, pat
ting theslittle black on the neck. caught
his name in one hand, grasped the horn
or the saddle with the other and shook
ii gently. Then he stuck his foot in the
stirrup and swung lightly into the sad
die. The little black walked off like a
lamb.
Up out of the creek bottom they
rode. When they reached the top of
the first hill. old Dolby pulled up and
turned to kid Moore. Take four or
mouth of Chin Coulee.' he said. Work
the country from there to the Big Hole
on Clearwater: that's where the wagons
IL camp. Well round UP on the flat.
You go with inland you, and you
and you, motioning to some of the boys.
The rest of YOU fellows come with me-"
They turned to follow him. Johnny
Layton dropped behind the Freak, who
was riding half turned in his saddle
gazing out over the prairie. Johnny
winked at the boys, raised his foot
and spurred the little black on the
runp. The next instant the Freak was
IN his back on the ground, and the lit
tie black was flying over the prairie
ly against his sides. Two of the boys
dashed after him, roped him and led
him back.
How the devil did you git off,"
asked Dolby, as the Freak climbed on
again.
"Oh, was ridin' careless, an he got
me fore l knew what had happened"
said the Freak, scowling at Layton,
who sat on his horse, grinning like a
Cheshire cat.
You better not let i'm git you agin;
if you can't ride him thar amt much
use of your tacklin' kingbolt."
"Oh, You needn't be none alarmed
about mel | amt asleep all the time;
u man amt goin' to fail off every time
u horse steps sideways, just cause he
got caught unexpected once holly re-
piled the Freak, fairly choking With
rage and modification.
Nothing more was said. Dolby let
out at IL good, swift gallop for the next
five miles when they pulled up at the
top of the divide to wind their painting