Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1923-12-07

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go to it," cried Mr.. Cone, whose
sporting blood was up. There
nothing here that won't grow again.
Ride him!"
Everybody was trembling, and
when Miss Eyester looked at her
lips they were white as alabaster,
but she meant to see the riding, If
she had one of her sinking spells,
Immediately It. was over.
When Pinkey swung into the sad
die the horse turned it's head around
slowly and looked at the leg that
gripped him. Pinkey leaned down
and slipped off the bride. Then as
as he touched the horse in the flank
with his heels, he took off his cap
and slapped him over the head
with it.
The horse recognized the familiar
challenge and accepted it. What he
had done to Wallie was only the
gamboling of frisky colt as COM
pared with his efforts to rid his back
of Pinkey.
Even Helene Speneely sobered as
she watched the battle that followed.
The horse sprang into the air,
twisted, and came down stiff-legged
-squealing. Now with head between
his forelegs he shot up his hind
hoofs and at an angle to require all
the grip in his riders knees to stay
in the saddle. Then he brought down
his heels again, violently, to bite at
Pinkey-who kicked him.
He "weaved," he "sunfshed" with
every trick known to an old outlaw
he tried to throw his rider, rearing
finally to fall backward and mash TO
pulp bed of Mr.. Cones choicest
tulips. But when the horse rose
Pinkey was with him, while the spec
tators, choking with excitement, for
getting themselves and each other,
yelled like Apaches.
With nostrils blood-red and dis
tended, his eyes the eyes, of wild
animal, now writhing, now crouch
ing, now lying back on his launches
and springing forward with a viO-
lence to snap any ordinary vetebrae,
the horse pitched as if there was NO
limit to it's ingenuity and endurance.
Pinkey's breath was coming in
gasps and his color had faded with
the terrible jar of it ALL Even the
uninitiated could see that Pinkey was
weakening, and the result was doubt
full, when, suddenly, the horse gave
up and stampeded. He crashed
through the trellis. over which Mr.
Cone had carefully trained his Grim
son ramblers, tore through a neat
border of mignonette and sweet alys
sum that edged the driveway, jumped
through "snowballs," ilacs, syringas
and rhododendrons to come to halt
finally conquered and chastened.
The "88" brand has produced a
strain famous throughout Wyoming
for it's buckers, and this venerable
outlaw lived up to every tradition of
his youth and breeding.
There never was worse bucking
nor better riding in a Wild Vert
show or out Of it, and Mr.. Appel d.
clared that he had not been so
stirred since the occasion when walk
ing in the woods at Harvey's Lake
in the early '90s he had acted upol
kittens that look like kittens and
disputed the path, with a black-and-
white animal which proved not to be.
Although it was an unforgettabie
occasion, and only Pinkey seemed
unthrilled by it-he dismounted in
a business-like, fnatter-of-fact man
ner that had in it neither malice
toward the horse nor elation at hav-
ing ridden him. He felt admiration.
if anything, for he said as he rubbed
the horses forehead:
"You shore made me ride, Old
Timer You got all the old curves
and some new ones. If l had hat
I'd take it off to you. l amt had
such a churnin' sense l set Steam
boat for fifteen seconds. "Oh.
hand out.
II congratulate you," said Waliie,
feeling himself magnanimous in view
of the way his neck was hurting.
"You needn't" replied Pinkey,
good-naturedly. "He burned near
got me-"
ut was very creditable ride in
deed" insisted Wallie, in his most
patronizing and priggish manner. He
found it very hard to be generous,
with Helene Spencely listening.
ct seemed 80, after your perform
ance, Gentle Annie'!" snapped Miss
Spencely.
To be contInued)