Then the cowpuncher bethought him of his duty to his employer.
But the cowpuncher was desperate and knew how to handle her.
“Makes me glad, missie,” said the cowpuncher, with alacrity.
"Just a word with you, Mr. Cowpuncher," said Herbert in a loud voice.
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.
The cowpuncher's fingers were opening and closing convulsively.
Every cowpuncher, it seemed, must play at least one trick on the tenderfeet.
A cowpuncher with fifty dollars two weeks after pay day was a rarity.
As a boy, in his cowpuncher days, he had been hard and callous.
