Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1957-04-21
The MANBUSTER
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A Spoiled And Cunning Colt aess

Of Colorado. riding wherever rider was wanted.
The girl watched him come back to the counter. and
he peered for pity in her eyes, when he didn't find IT, his
anger melted away She said: That's for good that
leg?' He didn't answer, couldn't answer. She waited,
and then said with my dad it's his back He's in bed,
for good and ALL His names Lash Byrner.
Monty said slowly I've heard Of him. Miss Byrner.
" Was breaking colts at the Harrison place in
New Mexico. One night the old swamper in the
clubhouse said was good but not good as the old
days, when Lash Byrner come through, breaking for
them" He wanted to stop talking but couldn't
cripple, an old waeee-jawed cripple. Time was. !
made forty dollars day. breakin colts at five dollars
the head"
She said why do you punish yourself so, cow
boy? The knee must hurt bad enough, without your
tongue f1oesing your insdes all up.
He'd never heard girl talk like that before Lash
Byner's girl must have been manraised, by the old
bronc-stomper. For all her prettygrl ways she talked
like man. thought like one. He said I'm Monty
Chandler" Then he could have bitten his tongue of.
man going to rob bank doesn't write his name on
every barnSide he passes.
She said: my mother called me Harriet. But she
died before old enough to recall, and Dad raised
me as Harry
Monty Chandler said: "You don't look like any
Harry I've bunked with" Then he felt his face redden
II was no kind Of thing to be saying to nice girl.
But she only laughed She pointed at the change he
was tossing in his hand. Put that away, Monty You
may need it, You going east to pick another trader"
He nodded suddenly feeling trapped. He'd have to
think of trade real quick, if she asked him; bank
robbine was not a suitable and fitting answer.
But she had walked away, was looking out the front
door, Trains still standing" she said. Engines gone
ND the line for There's dudes all over the track
you've got no hurry" She sounded like il pleased her.
She stayed in the door the evening light outside making
a picture of her figure When he still rider he'd
have stayed day here. to try his luck with girl
who looked like her. She put her head back straehten-
ing her throat and called You, boy. Leave that gate
alone"
He dumped to the door after her. Your colt?"
She nodded. Three year-old. took him in trade.
hand-raised him. Why don't you go in back cut up
old times with Dad? Ill watch your train
Down below, the colt was running up and down
the fence, whickerine. Woman-raised Spoiled Wanted
petting when he wanted it, and ten minutes from
now II was nice if you could get it,. He said: Hes
been running in the cookies. I'D pull his tail if had
rope"
I'll get you Dads" she said.
Outside the sun was going down behind the flat
looking hills This was pretty far for real mountains
With his money, he could buy a spread on mountain
bench, where his riders could work below the ranch
house. Sit on the porch and watch them work the
cattle He spat in the dust below the porch door, Be
cold on the rods when they started up again.
After she'd pressed the lariat - real linen rope. the
best you could get = into his hand he stumped down
to the fence still feeling her fingers against his. When
he was man, girls hadn't been free and easy with
him! Well, they'd fuss him over again when he was
rich Twenty thirty thousand in the bank, that'd take