Susieqz,
This thread of yours caused me to recall this lit'l mis-adventure.......
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This little deal took place sometime back, a couple of decades ago.
My wife's Dad came blowing into headquarters one afternoon layin' on the pickup horn, "That old Belgan stud horse is about to run one of your mares to death over in that south pasture!"
We had this city dude neighbor who let this stud stayed out 9/10s of the time and would tear down fences trying to breed all the mares in the entire country.
I happen to have a good stout horse that I was 'schooling' tied to a post there just kinda handy.
So, I mount up and head over that way.
Well, that stud had run that little mare down pretty good, she was lather up from her ears to her hocks.
I build me a loop and hulahanded that ol' gentleman, jerk the slack up to his jaw and take me a dally or two. I's got him trottin' along toward the gate everythings goin' fine, till this outlaw takes a notion to mount my saddle horse...
Out of the corner of my eye I see that big long headed parrot mouthed rescal showin' me how old his is, thinking he's goinin' to take a plug out of my shoulder. I draw my
revolver and snap a shot in his general direction, well that's when things got sideways quick.
Somehow I dropped my coils and loose a wrap on the horn, that twine is smokin' the mulehide all the way to the knot...Ol' devil runs off, jumps fence and up the road he goes with a darn good 60' rope. Ride back to headquarters, get pickup truck and rifle. Find stud standing at neighbor's gate, neighbor want to know what I want.
"I want my rope back!"
Su Amigo,
Dave