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