Nor a six-shooter, either....

I'm goin' back to packin' a gun.

Wal, Wils did some ridin' to git over thar in time to save Pronto." "Lem, that is not all," said Columbine, earnestly, as the cowboy concluded.

Her knowledge of the range told her that Lem had narrated nothing so far which could have been cause for his cold, grim, evasive manner; and her woman's intuition divined a catastrophe.
"Nope....

Wils's hoss fell on him." Lem broke that final news with all a cowboy's bluntness.
"Was he hurt--_Lem_!" cried Columbine.
"Say, Miss Collie," remonstrated Lem, "we're doctorin' up your hoss.