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in, and the boys began catching thei

mounts for the afternoon work,
which was simply repetition of the
morning, farther up the creek.
The Freak had done some hard
thinking while waiting for dinner
He had overheard the remarks made
the evening before, and they had
touched a sore spot. He was a good
rider; he had held down many a job
solely on account of his ability to
ride any horse which could be sad
died. And behold, he had come to
the Circle Four, hired out for bron-
cho-twister-and had been piled up
the first morning. It was madden
ing. But the Freak found some con-
ISOLATION in the thought that If King.
bolt was as bad as he was said to be,
he would soon have q shance to show
the Circle Four what he was made
of.
It was with this thought in mind
that he unfastened his lariat from
his saddle, stepping into the rope
corral, and threw the moose over the
head of Hngbolt. After slipping a
half-hitch over his nose, he led him
out, and by much coaxing and petting
managed to bride him.
He then picked up the saddle
blanket and attempted to place it
on the horses back; but Kingbolt
had decided that the performance
had gone far enough. He reared,
and struck out savagely with both
front feet. The Freak lodged, and,
picking up q lariat which lay near,
made q small loop, and, spreading 1t
on the ground in front Of the horse,
he led him up . little at a time until
both feet were in the loop, when he
jerked it tight with both hands.
Kingbolt reared straight up as the
rope frightened about his feet, and q
savage jerk from the Freak brought
him nat on his side. No sooner had
he fallen than one Of the boys had
him by the head-one hand gripping
his ear and the other over his nose
while another held the foot-rope,
leaving the Freak free to saddle him.
This was soon accomplished. All
hands and the cook were out watch
ing eagerly for the climax.
The Freak gathered his reins in
one hand; in the other he held a
braided, shot-loaded quirt. One of
the boys pulled the rope off King
bolts feet. As he scrambled up, the
Freak sprang into the saddle, and
performance took place which baf-
les description.
The big sorrel would bound high
in the air, shake himself, and strike
the ground stiff-legged. Then he
would spring again and reverse ends
before coming down, varying this
with kicking at the riders legs, and
squealing like pig with rage.
1t was of no use; tho harder he
bucked the more the Freak whipped
and spurred, until Kingbolt's Shout
ders and ribs looked as though they
had been clawed by a wildcat. At
last, almost exhausted by his eff
forts to unseat his rider, Kingbolt
sprang into the air and threw him
self fiat on his side; but the Freak
was too wary to be caught that way.
He jerked his feet from the stirrups
and swung clear of him as he fell.
Pressing his knee on the horn of the
saddle, he held the horse down while
he took fresh breath himself.
Once more ready for the fray, he
struck Kingbolt lightly with his
quirt, mounting him as he jumped
up. The big sorrel bumped his back
to buck again, and the Freak gave a
wild, exultant yell and smote him
across the nose with his quirt.
The next instant he was racing in
a mad gallop across the fiat, straight
for gulley which ran into the bed
of the creek, only few hundred
yards away: dry cash in the earth,
20 feet deep, and not much wider,
with banks straight up and down. :
"Head i'm off, boys. For Gods
sake head i'm off" shouted old Dolby.
Half dozen cowpunchers sprang on
their horses and gave chase, but it
was too late. They were not more
than half way when horse and rider
disappeared over the bank.
Horrified, they went q roundabout
way, and rode up tho gulley to
where Kingbolt had disappeared.
They were much relieved at find
ing the Freak, though bruised and
shaken, not seriously injured. King
bolt was stone dead, with his neck
and one front leg broken.
The Freak soon recovered, and still
rides for the Circle Four; and in
northern Montana, wherever cow
punchers congregate and the talk
turns to wild rides that have been
made, there is always some one to
tell how the N-Bar Freak rode the
Circle Four outlaw to a finish on
the Clearwater fats-San Francisco