I guess
the fella that told me must 'a' got his reins crossed, for pretty soon
Steve starts to laugh and turns to them visitors and says: 'How about
it, Mr. Smith?'
"Now, Smith was the fella that had the ruckus, and I'd been tellin' how
that sheep outfit had run _him_ out of the country. He was a young,
long, spindlin' hombre from Texas--a reg'lar Whicker-bill, with that
drawlin' kind of a voice that hosses and folks listen to. I knowed he
was from Texas the minute I seen him, but I sure didn't know he was the
man I was talkin' about.
"Everybody laughed but him and his wife. I reckon she was feelin' her
oats, visitin' at the Senator's house. I don't know what she said to her
husband, but, anyhow, afore I left for the bunk-house that evenin', he
says, slow and easy, that if I was around there next mornin', he would
explain all about that ruckus to me, when the ladies weren't present, so
I wouldn't get it wrong, next time. I seen I had made a mistake for
myself, and I didn't aim to make another, so I just kind of eased off
and faded away, bushin' down that night a far piece from Senator Steve's
ranch.
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