B M Bower

The Flying U Ranch B M Bower

The next morning, which was Sunday, the machinations of Big Medicine took Pink down to thecreek behind the bunk-house. "What's hurtin' yuh?" he asked curiously, when he came to where BigMedicine stood in the fringe of willows, choking between his spasms of mirth."Haw-haw-haw!" roared Big Medicine; and, seizing Pink's arm in a gorilla-like grip, he pointeddown the bank. Miguel, seated upon a convenient rock in a sunny spot, was painstakingly combing out the tangledhair of his chaps, which he had washed quite as carefully not long before, as the cake of soap besidehim testified."Combing-combing-his chaps, by cripes!" Big Medicine gasped, and waggled his finger at thespectacle. "Haw-haw-haw! C-combin'-his-chaps!"Miguel glanced up at them as impersonally as if they were two cackling hens, rather than derisivehumans, then bent his head over a stubborn knot and whistled La Paloma softly while he coaxed outthe tangle. Pink's eyes widened as he looked, but he did not say anything. He backed up the path and wentthoughtfully to the corrals, leaving Big Medicine to follow or not, as he chose."Combin'-his chaps, by cripes!" came rumbling behind him. Pink turned."Say! Don't make so much noise about it," he advised guardedly. "I've got an idea.""Yuh want to hog-tie it, then," Big Medicine retorted, resentful because Pink seemed not to graspthe full humor of the thing. "Idees sure seems to be skurce in this outfit-or that there lily-uh-thevalley couldn't set and comb no chaps in broad daylight, by cripes; not and get off with it.""He's an ornament to the Flying U," Pink stated dreamily. "Us boneheads don't appreciate him, isall that ails us. What we ought to do is-help him be as pretty as he wants to be, and-""Looky here, Little One." Big Medicine hurried his steps until he was close alongside. "I wouldn'tgive a punched nickel for a four-horse load uh them idees, and that's the truth." He passed Pink andwent on ahead, disgust in every line of his square-shouldered figure. "Combin' his chaps, by cripes!"he snorted again, and straightway told the tale profanely to his fellows, who laughed until they wereweak and watery-eyed as they listened. Afterward, because Pink implored them and made a mystery of it, they invited Miguel to take ahand in a long-winded game-rather, a series of games-of seven-up, while his chaps hung to dryupon a willow by the creek bank-or so he believed.