CHAPTER VIIIRandal thought that there was no other idea half so good as that. He said that he himself would have tried to do the imitation of his Uncle Stephen, but there was a couple of things in his way. In the first place, Stephen Randal was a great big man, pretty near as big as me. In the second place, the sergeant was no sort of a hand with horses, and that was pretty near a fatal blow to anybody that would want to step into the real boots of his uncle, who couldn’t get himself throwed by anything but an outlaw. He loved bucking horses so damn much that he wouldn’t have quiet ones on his place!
I could handle hosses, and I was big and strong. Of course I was no hand with guns, but I had to hope that things would never come to a point where guns would be necessary. If a gent is stead
