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Had it been essential that Pete's escutcheon should bear the bar
sinister, doubtless he would have explained its presence with the easy
assertion that the dark diagonal represented the vague ancestry of the
two sad-eyed calves couchant. Anybody could see that the calves were
part longhorn and part Hereford!
Pete rode out of Concho glittering in his new-found glory of shining
bit and spur, wide-brimmed Stetson, and chaps studded with
nickel-plated conchas. The creak of the stiff saddle-leather was music
to him. His brand-new and really good equipment almost made up for the
horse--an ancient pensioner that never seemed to be just certain when
he would take his next step and seemed a trifle surprised when he had
taken it. He was old, amiable, and willing, internally, but his legs,
somewhat of the Chippendale order, had seen better days. Ease and good
feeding had failed to fill him out. He was past taking on flesh. Roth
kept him about the place for short trips. Roth's lively team of pintos
were at the time grazing in a distant summer pasture.
Rowdy--the horse--seemed to feel that the occasion demanded something
of him.
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