Meddling with wildcat stocks––asinine any way you figure it!
Soon all were standing close to the flat rock where the wildcat had been hit.
Cochise shot past, whirled, and closed in with the fury of a wildcat.
But whether they hit the wildcat or not, they could not tell.
I could whip a wildcat and give her the first two scratches.
There isn't a wildcat within a thousand ...