I took a swing off to the right and headed for Warner's Tank.

Sure enough, when we got there we seen the mares spread out and the chestnut and the grey mare hanging around." He paused again and looked sternly at Slim, and Slim flushed to the eyes and glared straight ahead.
"Slim, here, had been saying maybe it was my bum shooting and not the bad luck the stallion put on my rifle that made me miss.

So I give him the job of plugging the hoss.

Well, he tried and missed three times.

Off goes the grey and the chestnut like a streak the first crack out of the box, but we got ahead of the mares and turned 'em.