"What's the matter, Red?"
"Nothin'. I was just thinkin'. I burned my mitt. Come on, Collie.
Brand'll find a bunk for me to-night, I reckon. We'll tell the boss and
the Rose Girl all about it to-morrow."
CHAPTER XXXII
MORNING
"Something's goin' to happen," stated Brand Williams.
"How's that?" queried Bud Light.
"See them two bosses--the Yuma colt and Boyar--?"
"Uhuh."
"Well, Boyar's been standin' there since daylight, saddled. Nobody rides
him but Miss Louise."
"It's mighty early, but I don't see nothin' strange about the rest of
it."
"Wait a minute, Bud. Did you see Collie this mornin'? Was he all fixed
up with his hair jest _so_, and his bandanna jest _so_, and his new
sombrero and his silver spurs, and them new chaps, lookin' mighty
important? He saddles Yuma and ties her over there. While he was eatin',
the Boyar hoss trails his bridle over to where Yuma is tied. There they
stand visitin' like two old soldiers on crutches instead of two mighty
quick-actin' cayuses. Now that Yuma hoss has kicked the fancy linin' out
of every cayuse that dast come nigh her. They 're _all_ scared of her.
She's makin' an exception this mornin'. She's plumb friendly with
Boyar.
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