Lucy's not to ride them hosses, least of all Buckles.

He ain't safe even for a man." "Wal, he's safe fer Lucy." "But didn't I say no ?" "Boss, it's likely you did, fer you talk a lot," replied Farlane.

"Lucy pulled my hat down over my eyes--told me to go to thunder--an' then, zip! she an' Buckles were dustin' it fer the sage." "She's got to keep out of the sage," growled Bostil.

"It ain't safe for her out there....

Where's my glass?
I want to take a look at the slope.
Where's my glass ?" The glass could not be found.
"What's makin' them dust-clouds on the sage?
Antelope?
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