Now that's too much for any hounds, except those trained for lions.

I shot at Moze twice, but couldn't turn him.

He has to be hurt, they've all got to be hurt to make them understand." Wallace told of a wild ride somewhere in Jones's wake, and of sundry knocks and bruises he had sustained, of pieces of corduroy he had left decorating the cedars and of a most humiliating event, where a gaunt and bare pinyon snag had penetrated under his belt and lifted him, mad and kicking, off his horse.
"These Western nags will hang you on a line every chance they get," declared Jones, "and don't you overlook that.

Well, there's the cabin.
We'd better stay here a few days or a week and break in the dogs and horses, for this day's work was apple pie to what we'll get in the Siwash." I groaned inwardly, and was remorselessly glad to see Wallace fall off his horse and walk on one leg to the cabin.

When I got my saddle off Satan, had given him a drink and hobbled him, I crept into the cabin and dropped like a log.