That was soon after he come out here to fatten up like.

Little bit of a peaked--why, I bet he didn't weigh over a hundred pounds after a full meal! He was ridin' the lines an' steadyin' the bar'ls, busy as a dog at a badger hole, when the cat jumped out, an' that there bronk r'ared back and swung off short and hit fur the mesa; and Luck here a-hangin' and hollerin', an' me a-leggin' it to ketch up, and bar'ls teeterin' and--Mind how you was bound you'd kill that cat uh mine ?" he asked Luck, tears of laughter dimming his eyes.

"That was ole Leather Lungs.

He tuk sick an' died, year after that.

Luck shore was mad enough to eat that thar cat, now I'm tellin' yuh!" The Happy Family laughed together over the picture Applehead had crudely painted for them.