But I fixed it with them by turning all my share into the pot, so they couldn't kick.

That, you see, makes the black belong to me, in a way, and it's pretty generally understood that I propose to take care of him.

There was a fellow, riding in the rodeo last fall, that took a shot at him one day, and--well--he left the country right after it happened and hasn't been seen around here since." The cowboy grinned as his companion's laugh rang out.
"Do you know," Phil continued in a low tone, a few minutes later, "I believe that horse knows me yet.

Whenever I am over in this part of the country I always have a look at him, if he happens to be around, and we visit a little, as we did to-day.

I've got a funny notion that he likes it as much as I do, and, I can't tell how it is, but it sort of makes me feel good all over just to see him.