Moore, he's mine, and I'm going to ride him now.

Lend me spurs, one of you cowpunchers." Nobody made any motion to comply.

There seemed to be a suspense at hand that escaped Belllounds.
"I'll ride him without spurs," he declared, presently, and again he turned to mount the mustang.
"Belllounds, it'd be better for you not to ride him now," said Moore, coolly.
"Why, I'd like to know ?" demanded Belllounds, with the temper of one who did not tolerate opposition.
"He's the only horse left for me to ride," answered the cowboy.

"We're branding to-day.

Hudson was hurt yesterday.