ILLUSTRATIONS[His ears begin to work back and forth towards the sound his mammy would make as she moved][His long legs tangled and untangled themselves as he run, and he was sure making speed][His mammy shot up the hill, took in the goings-on at a glance, and ears back, teeth a shining, tore up the earth and lit into the cayote like a ton of dynamite][Smoky had 'em all buffaloed][And as his mammy went to join the bunch, he followed and the big buckskin brought up the rear][The lion had figgered on his victim a jumping to one side at his leap, and he'd allowed for that][He got strong headed and full of mischief, and then's when the older horses figgered him to be a regular pest][There's bowed necks as the three touch nostrils][Smoky done a side swipe that was quicker than chained lightning][The cowboy still hanging onto the rope that held his head, came on, saddle and all with him, and quivering with fear the little horse layed low, feet straight out in front and head near to the ground he stayed there][He didn't forget how he was stopped, and so sudden, that first time he'd tried to break with an empty saddle][A hand touched him on the forehead][And when a glance back showed Smoky the rider was still there, he got desperate again and begin to see red][Smoky wondered what a rope was doing up there][The bush came out and headed straight for Smoky][He liked to chase the wild-eyed cow, turn her when she didn't want to be turned, and put her where she didn't want to be put][Smoky's eyes was on Jeff with a steady warning in 'em for him to keep his distance—and Jeff did][Smoky stuck his head and neck out far as he could and nickered at the sight of the cowboy][Clint was about to get on his horse and ride away, but he stopped, and felt of Smoky's hide once more][Feed was aplenty and the little pawing that had to be done to reach it was like so much exercise and only kept his blood in good circulating order][The black was jerked off his feet, rolled plum over, and he lit head first on the other side][Smoky and Pecos' hides begin a itching and the two was often busy scratching one another][Slow and easy Clint raised a hand and held it to within a few inches of his nose][Old Tom didn't even get well set that time, Smoky bowed his head and went out from under him leaving him come down on the other side][Many a cowboy had remarked it was worth the price of a good show to watch Smoky outdodge the critter][The next day Clint was busy bringing the weak stock closer to the ranch][Heavy drifts was lunged into and hit on a high run as they tried to leave the rider behind][And even tho cattle is what the round up wagons was out for, there was more eyes out for Smoky][Clint'd keep on comparing whatever horse he'd be riding with Smoky, and find that pony (no matter how good he was) a mighty poor excuse as compared with the mouse colored horse that was missing][A rope had settled around his neck once, he'd fought till it broke,—and run on a dragging it][And while the breed was getting as much of the saddle under him as he could, the cowboy took off the foot ropes][Smoky's interest was all for shedding the saddle right then and all that carried the breed's smell][That pony had been harder to get near than any of the wild ones he was with][The breed would often watch him thru the corral poles and wonder][The horse had been found out on the desert, amongst a bunch of wild horses and packing an empty saddle][In front of the crowded grandstand is where his fame as a man-hating, bucking outlaw begin to spread][The chute gate would fly open, and out would come a tearing, bellering hunk of steel coils to land out a ways, and like a ton of lava from above, jar the earth even up to the grandstand][The Cougar reared up while the rider was still in the air, then turned, and with his ears back, teeth a flashing, hoofs a striking with lightning speed, went to carry out his heart's craving][About that time the mouse colored outlaw peeked thru the bars of the chute at him and snorted][He wasn't caring right then if it was said that he didn't ride the horse to the finish][The long horned "Sonora reds" begin to spread all over the range countries of the U. S. plum up to the Canadian line][No remuda got by that Clint didn't ride thru][As he stepped out to get a bucket of water the morning sun throwed a shadow on the door]
