"One of you boys saddle my bronc," suddenly requested Alfred, and began to examine his firearms by the light of the saloon lamp.
Convenience had curtailed these names to Bronc, Holy and Roarer.
And while gazing sadly backward Upon the dead bovine, His bronc stepped in a dog-hole And fell and broke his spine.
"When a bronc' gets to acting ladylike, then is the time to look out," said Collie.
“Thought I was a goner sure when they plugged my bronc,” said Reeves.
