CHAPTER III
IN WHICH THINGS HAPPEN
The cow puncher who had rescued them was a fine looking, bronzed fellow, with heavy sheepskin chaps on his legs, a shirt open at the throat, his sleeves rolled up displaying muscular arms, and twinkling eyes under the flapping brim of his great hat. While he "snubbed" the big steer to his knees again as the bellowing creature tried to rise, he looked down with a broad smile upon the sparkling face of the Western girl.
"Why, bless yo' heart, honey," he said, in a soft, Southern droll, "if you want me to, I'll jest natwcher'ly cinch my saddle on Old TroubleMaker an' ride him home for yo'. It certainly is a cure for sore eyes to see you again."
"And I'm glad to see you, Ike. And these are all my friends. I'll introduce you and the boys to them proper at the ranch," cried the Western girl.
"Git that bellowin' critter away from yere, Ike," commanded Mr. Hicks. "I 'low the next bunch that goes to the railroad will include that black and white abomination."
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