In fact, he was known for it all around these parts.

He begun nice and easy, but he worked up like a fiddler playin' a favourite piece, and the end was the rider lyin' on the ground.
"Whenever the boys around here wanted any excitement they used to come over and try their hands with Jo.

We used to keep a pile of arnica and stuff like that around to rub them up with and tame down the bruises after Jo laid 'em cold on the ground.

There wasn't never anybody could ride that hoss when he was started out alone.
"Well, this tenderfoot, he looks over the hoss in the corral and says: 'That's a pretty fine mount, it seems to me.

What do you want to boot ?' "'Aw, twenty-five dollars is enough,' says pa.
"'All right,' says the tenderfoot, 'here's the money.' "And he counts it out in pa's hand.
"He says: 'What a little beauty! It would be a treat to see him work on a polo field.' "Pa says: 'It'd'be a treat to see this hoss work anywhere.' "Then he steps on my foot to make me wipe the grin off'n my face.
"Down goes the tenderfoot and takes his saddle and flops it on the piebald pinto, and the piebald was jest as nice as milk.