Manuscripts/Mixed Material [T. E. Hines]
“Of course, I was right at him when he got off his hoss, but I never did see who bowled him over with a real swift kick after the herd got a-going. He cussed a-plenty about that, then his hoss joined the chase too. He was to days getting his hoss back, then Jake Nut introduced him as a prospective buyer. He didn't buy any NUT stock, but nobody cared. He caused the boys an extra week's work rounding that herd up again for they never did get it to mill, even though they made tries time and again.
“One of the best cutting hosses the NUT sported even got killed by stumbling. The only reason his ride wasn't killed was because he was throwed into a small cut the critters jumped.
“Speaking of hosses, the NUT kept a regular hoss buster on the spread, but most of the boys liked to bust in their own broom tails. The one I busted in, I watched the others do it before I tackled it. When I got the hackamore, they only had one for some reason or other. And, they only wanted one being busted at a time. That way, there was one in the corral all the time.
“While I was longer busting mine than the others were their's my hoss turned out right well and was a top cutter for any spread. Jake gave him to me because I busted him myself, and had had to much trouble learning to ride to start with. After he was mine, I named him 'Star,' because of a white spot on his forehead that looked something like a star. I really think there was four points, I'm not sure, but I know there was three or more.
“Star was the only real hoss I ever owned. When I left