AFTER THE RUSTLERS
"Rough riding," as it is called, made up more than half the fun the
cowboys indulged in among themselves. There has, of late years, been
so much of this done in public, in traveling "wild west" shows, and in
exhibitions of some features of the _rodeo_ in New York and other large
cities, that I believe most of you are familiar with the feats of
cowboys on these trained and untrained "broncks," or outlaw
horses--"mankillers" some of them are dubbed.
I might say that there are two classes of this rough riding. One is
the real thing, on horses or cow ponies that are naturally bad, and
never can be broken or trained to behave. The other is on what might
be called "professional buckers." That is, horses which have trained
to try and unseat their riders as long as they are expected to do this.
I venture to say most of you have seen exhibitions of rough riding in a
wild west, traveling show, or in some _rodeo_, as an imitation round-up
is called after its Spanish title. And most of you, I believe, have
been impressed with the fact that as soon as the man got off the back
of the bucking steed the said steed became as gentle as a lamb. This
is what those that are trained to it do purposely, but it is not what a
real dyed-in-the-wool outlaw does. For he does not let up in his
attack on the man even after the latter is out of the saddle.
Perhaps some of you, at a rodeo, have seen a rider come bursting out of
the pen on the back of a rearing, bucking, leaping steed. After the
first burst two cowboys would ride up, one on either side of the
bucker, and take off, on their own stirrups or saddle the fearless
rider. And then the so-called "outlaw" would let himself be led meekly
back into the pen to be ready for the next performance, when it would
all be gone through with again.
But occasionally you may have seen one of these horses lash out
viciously with his heels, in an endeavor to kick anyone he could reach,
not even excluding his fellow steeds. This is a specimen of a real
outlaw, who never lets up in his fight against man. But few of these
horses are taken about in a traveling show. They are too dangerous.
However, the two that were fenced off in the corral at North Station
were of the real "bad" variety. They had been partly tamed, but their
tempers had been spoiled and they were really dangerous to approach.
Hence they were confined in a small space, and not allowed out.
However, cowboys are by nature reckless, and to them bucking horses are
but a source of amusement and rivalry. Each cowboy thinks he can ride
some steed no one else can mount. And for the purpose of contests or
exhibitions, to relieve the monotony of "riding range," there are
facilities for saddling and bridling these horses without danger to
those doing it.
This method consists of putting the horse in a long narrow place like a
stall in a stable, through the bars of which the boys can reach in,
throw on the saddle and tighten it. Then a rider can climb into the
saddle over the top rail of the fence and at a signal a gate can be
opened, allowing the maddened steed to rush out.
Then the fun begins.
"I'm goin' t' ride!" yelled Snake.
"Take th' big one then," advised Sam. "He ain't quite so bad as th'
other."
"I want th' meanest one!" insisted Snake, "an' if it's th' smallest
I'll ride him!"
"Better not!" advised the foreman, but Snake was not to be persuaded
against it. And the other cowboys, scenting fun, were not very anxious
to have Snake change his mind.
Accordingly some of the men who had handled Red Pepper before--Red
Pepper being the name of the horse--arranged to get a saddle on him,
and to slip a sort of bridle over his head. But he had no bit, for it
was as much as a man's hands were worth to try and force the bar of
steel between the teeth of this outlaw.
"Now you watch me!" cried Snake when, after hard work, the saddle had
been strapped on and pulled tight. "I'm goin' t' fan him."
I might explain that it is considered cowboy ethics to ride with only
one hand on the reins, whether a bit is used or not, and in the other
hand, usually the left, the cowboy carries his hat with which he hits
the steed on either side of the neck, "fanning him," it is called. And
no rough rider would ever think of sitting on the worst bucker in the
world without thus riding with one hand and "fanning" with the other.
Meanwhile, of course, he keeps up a wild whooping sound, just to show
his spirits.
The feeling of a man on his back--a feeling he hates, the wild
whooping, the jab of the spurs and the flapping hat around his head
serves further to madden the bucker and it is a wonder any human being
can stay on his back a second. Yet cowboys do, and ride until they are
tired of the sport.
"Are you ready?" called the cowboys who had saddled the "mankiller," as
Sam dubbed the small horse.
"Let him out!" yelled Snake.
The fastenings of the gate were loosed and out rushed the animal with
the cowboy bobbing about on his back. Red Pepper seemed a whirlwind of
fury. He rushed forward, his nose almost touching the ground, and then
he began to go up in the air. Up he would leap, coming down with all
four legs held stiff and his back arched, to shake, if it were
possible, Snake from the saddle. The cowboy rose in his stirrups to
take the shock as much as possible from his frame, and with a yell,
began "fanning" Red Pepper.
This added to the fury of the beast, and it fairly screamed in rage
and, reaching back, tried to bite Snake's legs. But they were
protected by heavy leather "chaps," and the animal soon realized this.
He now began leaping sideways, a form of bucking that often unseats a
rider, but Snake was proof against this. And all the while the animal
was dashing around the larger corral, on the fence of which sat the boy
ranchers and their friends, watching this cowboy fun. As they watched
they laughed and called such remarks as:
"Fan him, Snake! Fan him!"
"Whoopee! That's stickin' to him!"
"Tickle him in the ear, Snake!"
"Want any court plaster t' hold you down?"
Snake paid little attention to this "advice" of his friends. In fact
he had little time, for he discovered that his "work was all cut out
for him," before he had been many seconds on the back of Red Pepper.
The steed in very truth was an outlaw of the worst type.
Finding that the methods usually successful--those of bucking and
kicking out with his hind feet--were of no avail, the animal adopted
new tactics. He reared high in the air, with a scream of rage--reared
so high that there was a gasp of dismay from the spectators. For
surely it seemed that the horse would topple over backward and, falling
on Snake, would crush and kill him.
But the cowboy had ridden horses like this before, and with a smart
blow between the animal's ears Snake gave notice that it would be
considered more polite if his steed would keep on all four feet.
Down came Red Pepper with a jar that shook every bone in Snake's body,
but he remained in the saddle, and with more wild yells brought his
broad-brimmed hat down again and again on the animal's neck.
Again Red Pepper dashed forward, bucked again, worse than before and
still finding the hated rider on his back began to play one of his most
desperate tricks.
This consisted of lying down and trying to roll over his rider. If
successful, it would crush the rider almost as badly as if he had been
toppled on from a backward fall.
"Look out, Snake! He's going to roll!" warned Sam.
But Snake was ready.
Suddenly Red Pepper stopped bucking. But before Snake could catch his
labored breath the horse knelt down and started to roll over, at the
same time opening his mouth to bite whatever portion of Snake first
came within reach.
Snake, however, had been through an experience like this before. In an
instant he had leaped from the saddle and was out of danger. That is,
out of danger in a way. But he and the others realized that as soon as
he could Red Pepper would get to his feet again and run after the
cowboy. It was that which made this particular animal so dangerous.
He never gave up fighting his rider, even when the latter was unseated;
and he had killed two men.
"Watch yourself!" cried Sam.
But Snake was ready, and so were some of the other cowboys, for they
had feared just this ending of the attempt to ride Red Pepper. No
sooner was Snake out of the saddle than two of his friends dashed
toward him, picking him up between them so that he rode with a foot on
either of their inner stirrups.
Meanwhile some other cowboys rode up to get the outlaw back into the
corral. This was no easy work, but they had given him little chance,
and with two lariats about his neck, so that he could be held from
either side, he was, after some time, gotten back in his pen.
"Well, I rode him," chuckled Snake, when it was all over.
"And you came out of it luckier than lots of 'em," added the foreman.
"Red Pepper sure is a bad one!"
"Oh, shucks!" laughed Snake. "That jest gave me an appetite."
And, really, it seemed to. But perhaps Snake was hungry, anyhow.
After the meal there was a general talk about the raid of the rustlers.
And then as the cowboys sat about in the evening they indulged in
various forms of sport and fun, in which the boy ranchers joined.
Bright and early those who were to take the trail after the cattle
thieves were on their way, taking with them enough food to last for
several days. They were now better prepared than when they had first
started out from Diamond X.
It was comparatively easy to pick up the trail left by the rustlers and
soon our friends were riding after them, though of course several hours
behind them. But as had been said, the ground was of a nature that did
not lend itself well to haste, and if the thieves stampeded their
animals they would, very likely, lose them. They could only go so fast
and Billee and his cowboys hoped soon to come up to the raiders.
It was nearly noon when one of the cowboys who was riding on ahead,
came to a stop on a little rise of land and, shading his eyes from the
sun, looked long and earnestly off to his left.
"See anything?" asked Bud, who with his cousins rode up.
"I think so, but I'm not sure," was the reply. "But doesn't it look
like a bunch of cattle there?" and he pointed.
The boy ranchers gazed earnestly.
"It sure does look like 'em to me!" declared Nort.
"Could it be one of our regular herds?" Dick asked.
"None of our cattle are down that way," the cowboy said.
"Then they're rustlers!" cried Bud. "After 'em, boys!"