Edging round on the fence I got a closer view, and then cried out that I had found my horse.

I jumped down and caught him, much to my surprise, for the other horses were wild, and had kicked viciously.

The black was beautifully built, wide-chested and powerful, but not heavy.

His coat glistened like sheeny black satin, and he had a white face and white feet and a long mane.
"I don't know about giving you Satan--that's his name," said the cowboy.

"The foreman rides him often.