What's the matter with this afternoon?
The sun's shinin', and there ain't much wind, and I can smell the ole
desert, a-sizzlin'. Come on!"
They were in Forbes's room. The Easterner laid his book aside and
glanced down at his shoes. "I haven't a riding-costume."
"Well, you can get one for a dollar and four-bits--copper-riveted, and
sure easy and comfortable. I'll lend you a pair of boots."
"All right. I'll try it once, at least."
Forbes felt rather conspicuous in the stiff new overalls, rolled up at
the bottom, over Pete's tight high-heeled boots, but nobody paid any
attention to him as he stumped along beside Pete, on the way to the
livery.
Pete chose the horses, and a saddle for Forbes, to whom he gave a few
brief pointers anent the art of swinging up and dismounting. They set
out and headed for the open. Forbes was at first nervous; but as
nothing happened, he forgot his nervousness and gave himself to gazing
at the great sun-swept spaces until the horses broke into a trot, when
he turned his entire attention to the saddle-horn, clinging to it
affectionately with his free hand.
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