Pedro said he did, and I loped back to town t’ meet up with Carlota and have it out with her–and that was a job fer a caution!
Carlota was all bronc that day–stubborn, pawin’, and takin’ the bit. And if I kept up with her, and come out in the lead, it was ’cause I’d had some experience with Macie, and I’d learned when t’ leave a rambunctious young lady have her haid.
“Carlota,” I says, “us fellers has fixed up a mighty nice scheme t’ help out Boston with that book he’s goin’ to write.”
“So?” She was all awake–quicker’n scat.
“Yas,” I goes on. “Y’ know, he’s been wantin’ somethin’ excitin’ t’ put in it. We figger t’ give it to him.”
“Como?” she ast.
“With a case of kidnappin’. Man steals gal–we foller with Boston–lots of shootin’–save the gal––”
“What gal?”
“It’s a big honour–and we choosed you.”
“So-o-o!”