Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges
or, bringing his Winchester to his shoulder, he let fly at the rustlers, and then
se men were seeking his life, and would shoot him, as they had threatened to do, on sig
between Queenie and any animal that "wore horse-hair," they were altogether too near at th
the whistle of the bullet about their heads, gave them a moment
hrown away by them, he improved it to the utmost. At such crises a few ro
over from a surprise, and it would have seemed that Sterry was hardly started in his flight when th
indispensable to those following his manner of living. At the moment of giving Queenie rein he flung himself forward on h
s so poor that even such fine marksmen as the rustlers had little chance. The mare
ng the result must hav
e so sudden and unavoidable that Sterry was not given a chance to take his bearings. The one
it would be soon enough to give att
terry's anxiety was really more on her account than on his own. He knew there was little danger of himself being struck by the bullets of the rustlers, who, as
e. He did not seek to guide Queenie, but sat, or rather lay, in the saddle
listened to each shot of the Winchesters, and then, instead of feeling any appreh
mechanism over which he holds control. His highly trained senses enable him to feel it like a flash. So it was that Mont Sterry would have detected any injury to h
hind her body and have it out with his enemies. Such a defence has been successfully made many a time by white men against
ay of the machinery under him continued without a break or tr
to quiver through her body, as if involun
eft, and looking forward and behind him, searched for the wound. He hardly expected to see it
s, it would quickly show
of pace; it could not have been much,
orseman was more of a target than his animal, but he ga
increased. Queenie was showing her heels to those who dared dispute with her the supremacy of fleetnes
or the appearance of a new dan
familiar whinny, and swerved to th
he fugitive. They might be friends, and they might be enemies, but it would not do to take
enie, do
ome so grave that Monteith Sterry assuredly would have been overwhelmed and cut off but for one