He was foreman, and he appointed me to fill his place.

I've got to rope yearlings.

Now, if you get up on Spottie you'll excite him.

He's high-strung, nervous.

That'll be bad for him, as he hates cutting-out and roping." The reasonableness of this argument was lost upon Belllounds.
"Moore, maybe it'd interest you to know that I'm foreman of White Slides," he asserted, not without loftiness.
His speech manifestly decided something vital for the cowboy.
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