Arizona republican., 1919-07-01

take part in the steer tying contest but girls or the town crowd"
 T tell ye" one of them was yelling, I'm a yaller tailed coyote from tn sandflats of tn Santa Marier; I've got nine rows O teeth an room fer ten more I'm hongery as a turkey bua- gard; gimme some old horse shoes to chaw on, an some ostrich stomach bitters to wash 'em down-or some O you scared rabbits shoot me dozen pills out O yer pop guns an watch me ketch 'em in my teeth
 I'm a howlin hyena from tn head waters O tn Hassayamp," his pard- ner broke in, an when I shout tn yearth stan's up on er hind laigs an claps Ter fore paws to Ter years"
 The coyote of the Santa Maria and the hyena of the Hassayampa saw the high gate swing shut in their faces and rode off meebly to a little hill outside the fence from which they could watch the sport.
 The order of events was cunningly planned to whet every mans desire to Haunt his skill in the face of the fallen. The long field was cleared of all but those who had business there; the captain on his tall bay American horse' rode out to the dead line hold ing a white flag in his hand. Two men on horseback stood at the gate where the steers milled and snorted sullenly. Out at his own marked place a COW boy on a picked ''lass horse" waited. with tn ecold chills creeping up his back as the crowd lcheered and his comrades of the range shouted galling scraps of galling and derisive. advice.
 This was mighty different from knocking the wind out of clay bank steer in the cactus flats; there were women looking on here; town women, to say nothing of the littlest Circle U | girl who could tie down a steer her. self in as good time as many an old COW hand
 Lazy s" would have given a hat full of 'dobe dollars to be back on the old hogback worrying down beef steers; but the gate slid open, a steer shot out on the run, smarting from a keen punch of the ''carahoo pole" ill the hands of the gate man, and as he 1 passed the dead line the white flag dropped and Lazy S. was leaning low in his saddle, easing out the sing ing riata as the pony swept after the longhorn.
 Runs like scared wolf" the punchers over by the fence were say ing, but Lazy s" saw only the wide horns and the swift low-humming loop He did not know it had left his hand till the pony whirled set back with all his weight, and the steers horns were cutting two sharp ruts in the grass.
 It seemed less than a long breath till the man was throwing up his hands in signal and the judges rode over to the steer, struggling in i'm potent fury and fright with all four feet securely "hog tied" "Forty-five seconds the captain was saying, but Lazy s" was seeing a bit of white fluttering in a brown hand at the front of the grand stand. Saddle ol no saddle there was prize enough 1T the eyes of the littlest Circle U girl The next steer was a sure enougf hobo" He strode off at calm wall across the field one wicked eye on th' rider behind him, but before the rop'
 had poised above his head he hat
 wheeled like a fiend and gored tn
 horse deep through the shoulder.
 The man grabbed desperately fo
 his six shooter and pressed the mug
 gle against the shaggy head; steer
 horse and rider rolled over in hear
 but the bullet had gone home and tn
 big red bulk strengthened out limp ol the trampeled grass.
 It is one thing to tie down a steer il
 the course of the days work with no
 body to see you but your range pard
 ner, or a lean coyote standing like gray shadow on the crest of a ridge
 here in front of the laughing, yelling staring crowd, cattle, horses and me
 felt strange tremors Diamond J | best roper and bashfullest man on tn , range, handled his riata like tender l, foot, dropped it in sheer awkwardness r and let the steer chase him off tn
 field in abject defeat.
 Happy Lands" steer set back O the rope, jerked the cinche in two
 and the saddle shot over the pony head and careered along in the walk I of the racing long horn with the luck
 less puncher still in the seat and won ! dering what had happened.
 7 He walked up a minute later lookin
 into pair of red eyes and calculatin , whether he could draw his gun befor those black horns struck home. Tn
 froth- h-flecked nose fell against hi
 chest when the steer staggered dow on the field-and Happy Land scrambled up and made an undigni fled but whole hearted run for tn fence while his range mates sang joy fully his favorite song, There Is = Happy Land, Far, Far Away" Tn
 laughter that applauded "Happ t Lands" unhesitating flop over tt 0 Continued on Page Nine)