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The Last of the Plainsmen by Zane Grey
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A situation long cherished and dreamed of had become a reality.
Kentuck, fresh and strong, was good for all day. Jones gloated
over the little red bulls and heifers, as a miser gloats over
gold and jewels. Never before had he caught more than two in one
day, and often it had taken days to capture one. This was the
last herd, this the last opportunity toward perpetuating a grand
race of beasts. And with born instinct he saw ahead the day of
his life.

At a touch, Kentuck closed in, and the buffalo, seeing him,
stampeded into the heaving roll so well known to the hunter.
Racing on the right flank of the herd, Jones selected a tawny
heifer and shot the lariat after her. It fell true, but being
stiff and kinky from the sleet, failed to tighten, and the quick
calf leaped through the loop to freedom.

Undismayed the pursuer quickly recovered his rope. Again he
whirled and sent the loop. Again it circled true, and failed to
close; again the agile heifer bounded through it. Jones whipped
the air with the stubborn rope. To lose a chance like that was
worse than boy's work.

The third whirl, running a smaller loop, tightened the coil round
the frightened calf just back of its ears. A pull on the bridle
brought Kentuck to a halt in his tracks, and the baby buffalo
rolled over and over in the grass. Jones bounced from his seat
and jerked loose a couple of the soft cords. In a twinkling; his
big knee crushed down on the calf, and his big hands bound it
helpless.

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