Oh, You Tex!
Mexican horsethieves and seriously damage a third. Writing was laborious work for the Captain of Rangers, though he told no varnished tale. His head and shoulders w
xasperation. "Looks like a man hadn't ought to
ee and read again wha
er Cullom trailed them to Goose Creek and recovered the cattle. While resisting arrest Barela and anot
his hand falling naturally to the handle of his forty-five. Among the Rangers the price of life w
e Captain. "Sit down.
that morning, but he was not in the least self-conscious now. In the course of a short and turbi
with a k?" the Ranger ch
tain. I spell
ou got no education? A man's got to use
of a gun is it?" d
another word, like as if I was to say cab
ugh guy for
ck Roberts," counter
Stomp on me proper. I cer
"H'mp! Been scarin' any mo
in', Captain," ans
n' with any more
t only on
ettiest girl in Texas can see you pull off the big play-run the risk of havin' her trampled to death, just so's
a lot of those syllogisms you got bottled up inside you. I got
r five glorious minutes he did himself proud whi
uded the young fellow. "I'd ad
n't you ever drive yore wild hill-critters
adley about that. I'm not
ce w
n' over the herd this mo'nin' when the little lady
y fire
s what
hy
mussed up son Rutherfor
beat up Wadley's boy; then you 'most
cept that the old man hin
euce h
he Dinsmore gang. Seems I'm all right except for bein' a
caressed his goatee and reflected on this before
an Rutherfo
t this imperturbable young man. Was t
es he expect you to let Ford run i
listened to a
n't heard fro
t me my check an' a
at up. "W
he hard eyes of the young fel
t send you money
or-so I rolled up the bill a
smokes, young man,"
. He can cash in the other half, for I sent it
you w
n't. When he wants me, he
illies step when C
d the range-rid
when he whistles. What
. Mebbe I'll drift along the
Clint pa
month a
e to have yore
ani
l give yo
e. He asked no questions now, but waite
day an' furnish yore own b
liberal," said the co
ke to be one of the finest fightin' force in the world with somethin' doin' every mi
jeered the red-haired you
ood in 'em," retorted the g
our word for it, Captai