“I suppose they got you to sit for this picture;” and she indicated the poster with a wave of her hand.
“That ain’t a real picture,” he explained, and when she smiled added, “as of course y’u know. No hawss ever pitched that way—and the saddle ain’t right. Fact is, it’s all wrong.”
“How did it come here? It wasn’t here last night.”
“I reckon Denver brought it from Slauson’s. He was ridin’ that country yesterday, and as the boys was out of smokin’ he come home that way.”
“I suppose you’ll all go?”
“I reckon.”
“And you’ll ride?”
“I aim to sit in.”
“At the roping, too?”
“No, m’m. I ain’t so much with the rope. It takes a Mexican to snake a rope.”