Even Lizzie, accustomed as she was to Charlie's mannerisms, was frankly
startled and meekly allowed herself to be caught. She did not like to
plow. She was a saddler and a pair of tugs and a collar bored her. With
a cinch one could puff out in true wild-horse fashion while the latigo
strap was being pulled, and afterward be fairly comfortable, but a
slipping collar was neither off nor on. She shook herself impatiently
and the collar slid down her neck to her ears.
"Hey!" bellowed Charlie, "you don't vear it so! You - " The mare stamped
at a fly, bringing her hoof down on the old Dutchman's foot. His
blood-curdling whoops and yells brought the sheriff in on a brilliant
finale to a record-breaking run.
"What's the matter? Are you being murdered?"
"Who, I'm?" asked Charlie, absent-mindedly. He was nursing the injured
member, wondering whether to kick at Lizzie with it, knowing full well
that he stood a good chance of her kicking back again' but when she
snapped viciously at the puffing sheriff he decided against it.
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