The Red Mustang

I had be just as safe on Dick's back. There isn't a horse in New Mexico-- I know, said Sam, but a bullet or an error 'all out-travel any hoss living. If you could ride along under cover, to the left, 'bout half a mile, and set off behind the herd, without their sighting you-- Yes, said Cal, but why can't you come along and get to the ranch with me? My name's Sam Herrick, and I never went back on myself since I was born.