And the thing that brings him here will get rid of the black hoss." "Are you goin' to steal the hoss ?" "Steal him?
He couldn't carry me two mile, a skinny hoss like that.

But if Barry ever gets away agin on that hoss I ain't never goin' to catch him.

That hoss has got to die." Haw-Haw Langley caught his breath with a harsh gurgle.

For men of the mountain-desert sometimes fall very low indeed, but in their lowest moments it is easier for him to kill a man than a horse.

There is the story, for instance, of the cattleman who saw the bull-fight in Juarez, and when the bull gored the first horse the cowpuncher rose in the crowd and sent a bullet through the picador to square the deal.