I rode him just now, in the little pasture to see if I liked his gait better than the others.

I rode Banjo first and I wouldn't own a thing like him, on a bet.

Silver'll do me till I can get around to break a real one." Chip's hand dropped from the bellows while he stared hard at the Kid.
"Did you go down in the pasture and--Words failed him just then.
"I'd TELL a man I did!" the Kid retorted, with a perfect imitation of Chip's manner and tone when crossed.

"I've been trying out all the darned benchest you've got--and there ain't a one I'd give a punched nickel for but Silver.

I'd a rode Shootin' Star, only he wouldn't stand still so I could get onto him.