The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-06-10
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I Carron's thoughts. whats
that?" he said sharply. What's
the natter"
II don't know" the vaquero
replied without emotion. "He
won't drive-not like any l ever
saw"
The horse-breaker glanced at
the temporary corral. At this
upper end of IL were the few
groups OF pines that had helped
to conceal the beginning of the
canvas. Here, pressed in among
the trunks of the trees, not lying
on the ground, yet scarcely
standing upright, he saw his cap
tive.
Carron stared a moment. She
had said, You can't"
Some emotion that he couldn't
account for took him by the
throat. strangling him for a mo-
ment. "Where Is the canvass"
he said, as soon as he could gath
err voice.
The half-breed pointed to
where it lay, tossed to one side OF
the trail.
Very we'll. Get the lassoos up
here right away. want the ropes
and saddle, too. Well, what are
you standing there for?" He
swung around, ready with a blow.
How are We to get through, do
you think?"
Esmeralda Charley stood look
ing at his employer silently "You
going to break him tomorrow"
he inquired.
Tomorrow? Was there such a
thing as tomorrow?
"The second day you never
break" the man insisted. "You
break the third day. No show
before the third day. Why not
break them"
Carron didn't know why not
except that in the fierce imme-
diacy of his expectations there
was not future. He felt that
time was not thing outside OF
him. passing him. He held It in
his hands. 81 say today - you
understand? break when
please" He pulled his belt a
little closer, and felt to make
sure his spurs were right. Bring
the ropes" he called over his
shoulder, and walked few steps
farther toward Son of the Wind"
There was no difference in the
casting of a lasso for the least OF
horses, or the greatest. The rope
sang just so, like a long snake
through the dust. The ankle II
caught was as small as a wom-
ans. but the body leaping and
falling. was thing to remember,
Both ropes, one from either
side of the corral, stretched tight
in quivering line, straining out
the forefoot and hindfoot, kept
the creature prone; but the shout
ders heaved, the muscles on the
neck swelled as the head strug.
gled to lift itself. SRI
Carron's brows were deep in a
frown. He had watched with phil.
osophic eyes many horses flung
agonizing and terrified, but this
was his darling, his one of all
He hated to see that beautiful
body wrestling in the dust. "Just
a momeiN, just a moment" he
muttered consollngly between his
teeth, standing over while Esmer.
aida Charley. with the saddle
hesitated, half holding it back.
What are you waiting for?'
Carron asked. y
The half-breed lifted his shoul-
ders with a faint, resigned shrug
He clicked his teeth hard togeth.
er as he pulled the einches
around the horses shivering mid.
die.
Just a minute, just a minutep
1t seemed to Carron that his brain
had been repeating that forever
Always the next minute. Now, al
last. before he realized 1t, he was
in that minute--the brief, flash.
ing space of time which he had
looked forward to for so long. He
was seated in saddle. The horses
four legs were under him.
Carron found himself borne to.
ward the clouds; felt the bumped
back, the heave and shake. Only
half the strength of the horse
went into 1t, so certain he was Of
getting rid of the weight. Then
the easy conclusion when they
! touched earth again. as IL alight