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THEY STOOD in the kitchen with their hats in their hands and the gerente sat at the table and studied them.
Amansadores, he said.
Sí.
Ambos, he said.
Sí. Ambos.
He leaned back. He drummed his fingers on the metal tabletop.
Hay dieciseis caballos en el potrero, said John Grady. Podemos amansarlos en cuatro días.
They walked back across the yard to the bunkhouse to wash up for supper.
What did he say? said Rawlins.
He said we were full of shit. But in a nice way.
Is that a flat-out no do you reckon?
I dont think so. I dont think he can leave it at that.
They went to work on the green colts daybreak Sunday morning, dressing in the half dark in clothes still wet from their washing them the night before and walking out to the potrero before the stars were down, eating a cold tortilla wrapped around a scoop of cold beans and no coffee and carrying their fortyfoot maguey catchropes coiled over their shoulders. They carried saddleblankets and a bosalea or riding hackamore with a metal noseband and John Grady carried a pair of clean gu
They stood looking at the horses. The horses shifted and stood, gray shapes in the gray morning. Stacked on the ground outside the gate were coils of every kind of rope, cotton and manilla and plaited rawhide and maguey and ixtle down to lengths of old woven hair mecates and handplaited piecings of bindertwine. Stacked against the fence were the sixteen rope hackamores they'd spent the evening tying in the bunkhouse.
This bunch has done been culled once up on the mesa, aint it?
I'd say so.
What do they want with the mares?
They ride em down here.
Well, said Rawlins. I can see why they're hard on a horse. Puttin up with them bitches.
He shook his head and stuffed the last of the tortilla in his jaw and wiped his hands on his trousers and undid the wire and opened the gate.
John Grady followed him in and stood the saddle on the ground and went back out and brought in a handful of ropes and hackamores and squatted to sort them. Rawlins stood building his loop.
I take it you dont give a particular damn what order they come in, he said.
You take it correctly, cousin.
You dead set on sackin these varmints out?
Yep.
My old daddy always said that the purpose of breakin a horse was to ride it and if you got one to break you just as well to saddle up and climb aboard and get on with it.
John Grady gri
I never heard him claim to be. But I damn sure seen him hang and rattle a time or two.
Well you're fixin to see some more of it.
We goin to bust em twice?
What for?
I never saw one that completely believed it the first time or ever doubted it the second.
John Grady smiled. I'll make em believe, he said. You'll see.
I'm goin to tell you right now, cousin. This is a heathenish bunch.
What is it Blair says? No such thing as a mean colt?
No such thing as a mean colt, said Rawlins.
The horses were already moving. He took the first one that broke and rolled his loop and forefooted the colt and it hit the ground with a tremendous thump. The other horses flared and bunched and looked back wildly. Before the colt could struggle up John Grady had squatted on its neck and pulled its head up and to one side and was holding the horse by the muzzle with the long bony head pressed against his chest and the hot sweet breath of it flooding up from the dark wells of its nostrils over his face and neck like news from another world. They did not smell like horses. They smelled like what they were, wild animals. He held the horse's face against his chest and he could feel along his i
Rawlins took one of the lengths of siderope from around his neck where he'd hung them and made a slipnoose and hitched it around the pastern of the hind leg and drew the leg up and halfhitched it to the horse's forelegs. He freed the catchrope and pitched it away and took the hackamore and they fitted it over the horse's muzzle and ears and John Grady ran his thumb in the animal's mouth and Rawlins fitted the mouthrope and then slipnoosed a second siderope to the other rear leg. Then he tied both sideropes to the hackamore.
You all set? he said.
All set.
He let go the horse's head and rose and stepped away. The horse struggled up and turned and shot out one hind foot and snatched itself around in a half circle and fell over. It got up and kicked again and fell again. When it got up the third time it stood kicking and snatching its head about in a little dance. It stood. It walked away and stood again. Then it shot out a hindleg and fell again.
It lay there for a while thinking things over and when it got up it stood for a minute and then it hopped up and down three times and then it just stood glaring at them. Rawlins had got his catchrope and was building his loop again. The other horses watched with great interest from the far side of the potrero.
These sumbucks are as crazy as a shithouse rat, he said.
You pick out the one you think is craziest, said John Grady, and I'll give you a finished horse this time Sunday week.
Finished for who?
To your satisfaction.
Bullshit, said Rawlins.
By the time they had three of the horses sidelined in the trap blowing and glaring about there were several vaqueros at the gate drinking coffee in a leisurely fashion and watching the proceedings. By midmorning eight of the horses stood tied and the other eight were wilder than deer, scattering along the fence and bunching and ru
When they went down to the bunkhouse for di
Where the hell did they come from? said Rawlins.
I dont know.
Word gets around when the circus comes to town, dont it?
They passed nodding through the crowd and entered the trap and fastened the gate.
You picked one out? said John Grady.
Yeah. For pure crazy I nominate that bucketheaded son of a bitch standin right yonder.
The grullo?
Grullo-lookin.
The man's a judge of horseflesh.
He's a judge of craziness.
He watched while John Grady walked up to the animal and tied a twelvefoot length of rope to the hackamore. Then he led it through the gate out of the potrero and into the corral where the horses would be ridden. Rawlins thought the horse would shy or try to rear but it didnt. He got the sack and hobbleropes and came up and while John Grady talked to the horse he hobbled the front legs together and then took the mecate rope and handed John Grady the sack and he held the horse while for the next quarter hour John Grady floated the sack over the animal and under it and rubbed its head with the sack and passed it across the horse's face and ran it up and down and between the animal's legs talking to the horse the while and rubbing against it and leaning against it. Then he got the saddle.