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Trailin'!

Trailin'!

Author: Max Brand
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Chapter 1 "LA-A-A-DIES AN' GEN'L'MUN"

Word Count: 1840    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

of applause from the crowded house. Even if the performance could not stir these two, at least the throng of spectators should have drawn them, for all New York was there,

e Far West, free men, wild men-one of their shrill whoops banished distance and brought the mountain desert

hen Diaz, the wizard with the lariat, commenced to whirl his rope; but in both cases their interest held no

nd winds had tanned and withered him, looked up a

ream now, Drew, but I'm go

rather settled and hardened into an ironlike durability; the winds of tim

efore our train leaves. Can yo

a diamond hitch! Ride? I've got a ten-year kid home that would la

and enjoy t

ering in the central space; a formidable crew, long of hair and brillia

of wild horses that ever rode the cattle ranges. Death defying, reckless, and laughing a

the animal to race, bucking and plunging, half way around the arena and back to the group. This, then, was a type of the dare-devil horse breaker of the

this, la-a-a-dies and gen'l'mun, is t

riders followed suit. In the meantime a number of prancing, kicking, savage-eyed horses w

man. They fight for pleasure; they buck by instinct. If you doubt it, step down and try 'em. One h

the dress-suit, he tells one lie for pleasure and ten more from instinct. Yep, he has his hosses beat. Never borne the weight of man! Why, Dr

ew cut in with: "Don't be a damn fool,

atch me! There goes Anan

ten into submission in fair fight by the greatest set of horse-breakers that ever wo

feet, made a funnel of

i-i-

eyes upon him. The weird, shrill yell cut the ringmaster short, and a pleased murmur ran t

have pulled him down into his seat; "I've seen you bluff for two nights han

great voice: "That sounds lik

uttering handful of greenbacks. "Five hundred dollars to any man of

s your

y-sixth Street stable. I'll h

ringmaster, but his voi

muttered

x and straight around the edge of the arena. New York, murmuring and chuckling thro

monster. Before the blast of lights and the murmurs of the throng the big stallion reared and flung himself back, and the two who lead him bore down with all their weight on the halter ropes. He literally wa

rove all their weight backward and checked the first plunge. A bright-coloured scarf waved from a nearby box, and the monster swerved away. So, twisting, plu

uddenly on this slender figure. He swerved and rushed for the barrier with ears flat back and bloodshot eyes. The

nt of his shirt. He drew his handkerchief and wiped it calmly away, but a red stain remained. At the same time the two w

masses; men glanced at each other with a vague surmise, knowing that this was no part of the performance. The whole audience drew forward to the edge

ted and smiled a slow, stiff-lipped smile. All the surroundings were changed, the flaring electric lights, the vast roof, the clothes of the multitude, bu

f the fearless ones were seeking for protection. But the announcer himself lost his almost invincible sang-froid; in all his matchless vocabular

-defyin', dare-devils that laugh at danger' ain't none too ready to ride my hoss. Maybe the price is to

great New York could not overlook, and in that mirth even the big grey man, Drew, joined. The laughter stopped with an amazing suddenness making the following silence impressive as when a storm that has roared and howled about a house falls mute, then all

stripping off his coat, his vest, and rolling up the stiff cuffs of his sleeves. Then he dropped a

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