His old pal shook himself with relief and stood once more with bowed head and crossed forelegs.
His late burden observed him approvingly.

There was good old Pinto after a hard day's run over the mesa.

He had borne his beloved owner far ahead of the sheriff's posse, and was now securing a moment's much-needed rest.

Merton undid the riata and for half an hour practised casting it at his immobile pet.

Once the noose settled unerringly over the head of Dexter, who still remained immobile.
Then there was the lightning draw to be practised.