But I'm seein' this thing through.

I ain't ridin' a hundred miles just to take a look at the man who's hirin' me.
It'll be a change.

An' when I go back to the Lazy J----" It was not the pony's fault.

Neither was it Ferguson's.

The pony was experienced; behind his slant eyes was stored a world of horse-wisdom that had pulled him and his rider through many tight places.