1 edition of Cow-country found in the catalog.
|Statement||Little, Brown, and company|
|Publishers||Little, Brown, and company|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 128 p. :|
|Number of Pages||92|
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I knowed what it meant when I shook with yuh, young feller, and I hold ye to it. To him the secret regret that he had not dared ride into the bushes Cow-country scalp the Indian he believed he had shot, and the fact that Cow-country hands were straining at the full chords of the ANVIL CHORUS on that very evening, was not even to be considered unusual.
Buddy said afterwards Cow-country he guessed he'd have hung there until daylight, only he was afraid it was about time to change guard, and somebody might catch him.
And a job he must have soon, or go hungry. I kin tell purty well how you kin run agin the rest—Pop, he ain't s' thick-headed they kin fool him much. There's more money in cattle. The ants led him to a tiny hole with a finely pulverized rim just at the edge of a sprawly cactus.
She was very sweet and sensible, and Bud was very tender with her. It ain' goin' seem lak de same place—and Ah shoah do hopes yo' all writes frequent lettahs to yo' mothah, boy! The radiant purple and red and gold above him deepened, darkened. Buddy would be up and on his horse in the clear starlight before dawn, with a cup of coffee swallowed to hearten him for the chilly ride after the remuda.
Dead snakes did not wiggle their tails until sundown. He's all man in his disposition, Cow-country all baby in size. It's marked on the trail map. After a while he saw the Cow-country horse climbing the slope across the creek.
Two big valises and his blankets he packed on Sunfish, a deceptively raw-boned young buckskin with much white showing in his eyes—an ornery looking brute if ever there was one. First one and two-then there would be three, four, five, as many as Buddy could count-then the whole herd would be lying down.
When Step-and-a-Half glimpsed Indians coming afar off, he would take his dishpan and dump into it whatever scraps of food were left over from the preceding meal.
Twice he yodled before the Indian clapped a hand over his mouth. You kin refuse to Cow-country yore horse agin him, like the rest has done.
A light breeze that carried the keen edge of frost made his nose tingle.
Mother read out of her Bible, and all the boys held their hats in front of them, with their hands clasped, and looked at the ground while she read.
By the time Bud had saddled Smoky grandpa hailed him cautiously from the brush-fringe beyond the corral.
If you can play, maybe you and I can furnish the music for the dance, and save Uncle Dave hiring the Saunders boys.