That chap from Abilene was a Texas cattle-man, with hair as red as fire.

Where is your cash customer, Mr.
Liveryman ?" "Gone out riding somewhere," replied the stable-keeper.
"When he comes back, tell him Wild Bill wants that horse, and I reckon he'll let Wild Bill buy him, if he knows when he is well off! I wouldn't give two cusses and an amen for all the rest of the horses in your stable; I want _him!_" "I'll tell Jack," said the stableman; "but I don't think it will make much odds with him.

He has as good as bought the horse, for he offered me the money on my price, but I couldn't change his five hundred-dollar treasury note.

It'll take more than a name to scare him.

He always goes fully armed." "You tell him what I said, and that I'm a-coming here at sunset for that horse," said Bill, and he strode away, followed by his crowd.
An hour later the auburn-haired man from Texas reined in his own horse, a fiery mustang from his own native plains, in front of the stable.
Though the horse was all afoam with sweat, showing that it had been ridden far and fast; it did not pant or show a sign of weariness.