I'll bring your saddle--" "I don't want any saddle.

I'm going to ride him bareback, with a rope over his nose.

Let me have your spurs, will you?
Did you hear them say I won the duel with luck?
I'll show these greasers what a gringo can do!" He spoke in Spanish, to show his contempt of their opinion of him, and he curled his lip at the jibes they began to fling down at him; the jibes and the taunts--and vague threats as well, when those who had wagered much upon the duelo began to reckon mentally their losings.
In the adobe corral he stood with his riata coiled in his hand and Dade's spurs upon his heels, and waited until Solano, with a fling of heels into the air, rushed in from the pen where the big bull had waited until he was let out to fight the grizzly.
"Bareback he says he will ride that son of Satanas!" jeered a wine-roughened voice.

"Boaster that he is, look you how he stands! He is afraid even to lasso that yellow one!" Jack was indeed deliberate in his movements.

He stood still while the horse circled him twice with head and tail held high.