cowpuncher

It beats punching cows, though—that is, when a fellow discovers that he isn't a successful cowpuncher.

The cowpuncher's mount went down, its nose burrowing into the turf.

It came almost before the words were out of the cowpuncher's mouth.

Tad then delivered his message and rode on to the next cowpuncher.

The cowpuncher's fingers were opening and closing convulsively.