Where he's partic'lar strong, this yere Road Runner, is in waitin'
ontil some gent comes along, same as Doc Peets an' me that time, an'
then attachin' of himse'f said cavalcade an' racin' along ahead. A
Road Runner keeps up this exercise for miles, an' be about the
length of a lariat ahead of your pony's nose all the time. When you-
all lets out a link or two an' stiffens your pony with the spur, the
Road Runner onbuckles sim'lar an' exults tharat. You ain't goin' to
run up on him while he can wave a laig, you can gamble your last
chip, an' you confers favors on him by sendin' your pony at him.
Thar he stays, rackin' along ahead of you ontil satiated. Usual
thar's two Road Run. ners, an' they clips it along side by side as
if thar's somethin' in it for 'em; an' I reckons, rightly saveyed,
thar is. However, the profits to Road Runners of them excursions
ain't obvious, none whatever; so I won't try to set 'em forth. Them
journeys they makes up an' down the trail shorely seems aimless to
me.
"But about Doc Peets an' me pullin' out from Lordsburg for Wolfville
that evenin': Our ponies is puttin' the landscape behind 'em at a
good road-gait when we notes a brace of them Road Runners with wings
half lifted, pacin' to match our speed along the trail in front.
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