"He just about wears hisself out a-pickin' up and a-totein' 'round likely lookin' rocks.

Seems like he was lookin' fer gold mines 'stid o' cattle most of the time." "You're just in time for the turnament, Mose." "For the how-many ?" "The turnament and bullfight.

Joe Grassie has been gettin' up a bullfight and a kind of a show.

He 'lows to bring up some regular fighters from Mexico and have a real, sure-'nough bullfight.

Then he's offered a prize of fifty dollars for the best roper, and fifty dollars for the best shooter." "I didn't happen to hear of it, but I'm due to take that fifty; I need it," said Mose.
"He 'lows to have some races--pony races and broncho busting." "When does it come off ?" asked Mose with interest.
"On the fourth." "I'll be there." After supper was over Reynolds said: "Are you too tired to ride over to the ranch ?" "Oh, no! I'm all right now." "Well, I'll just naturally throw the saddles on a couple of bronchos and we'll go see the folks." Mose felt a warm glow around his heart as he trotted away beside Reynolds across the smooth sod.