Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

or, bringing his Winchester to his shoulder, he let fly at the rustlers, and then

se men were seeking his life, and would shoot him, as they had threatened to do, on sig

between Queenie and any animal that "wore horse-hair," they were altogether too near at th

the whistle of the bullet about their heads, gave them a moment

hrown away by them, he improved it to the utmost. At such crises a few ro

over from a surprise, and it would have seemed that Sterry was hardly started in his flight when th

indispensable to those following his manner of living. At the moment of giving Queenie rein he flung himself forward on h

s so poor that even such fine marksmen as the rustlers had little chance. The mare

ng the result must hav

e so sudden and unavoidable that Sterry was not given a chance to take his bearings. The one

it would be soon enough to give att

terry's anxiety was really more on her account than on his own. He knew there was little danger of himself being struck by the bullets of the rustlers, who, as

e. He did not seek to guide Queenie, but sat, or rather lay, in the saddle

listened to each shot of the Winchesters, and then, instead of feeling any appreh

mechanism over which he holds control. His highly trained senses enable him to feel it like a flash. So it was that Mont Sterry would have detected any injury to h

hind her body and have it out with his enemies. Such a defence has been successfully made many a time by white men against

ay of the machinery under him continued without a break or tr

to quiver through her body, as if involun

eft, and looking forward and behind him, searched for the wound. He hardly expected to see it

s, it would quickly show

of pace; it could not have been much,

orseman was more of a target than his animal, but he ga

increased. Queenie was showing her heels to those who dared dispute with her the supremacy of fleetnes

or the appearance of a new dan

familiar whinny, and swerved to th

he fugitive. They might be friends, and they might be enemies, but it would not do to take

enie, do

ome so grave that Monteith Sterry assuredly would have been overwhelmed and cut off but for one