The infuriated buffalo lowered her head for the fatal charge on the horse, when the plainsman, jerking out his heavy Colts, shot her dead in her tracks.
Kentuck got to his feet unhurt, and stood his ground, quivering but ready, showing his steadfast courage.

He showed more, for his ears lay back, and his eyes had the gleam of the animal that strikes back.
The calf ran round its mother.

Jones lassoed it, and tied it down, being compelled to cut a piece from his lasso, as the cords on the saddle had given out.

He left his other boot with baby number five.

The still heaving, smoking body of the victim called forth the stern, intrepid hunter's pity for a moment.