"Puncher" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... broke out. Jacqueline had apparently uncovered a tenderfoot, and a rare one even for that absurd species. A sandy-haired cattle puncher who sat close to Jacqueline now took the cue from ...
— The Untamed • Max Brand
... minutes to clear out of here," he said. "No two-gunned cow-puncher can throw any bluff round here, if that's ...
— Rimrock Trail • J. Allan Dunn
... your pardon, sir," said the 'bus-conductor, and underlined the "beg" with the ting of her ticket-puncher. She was rather a darling 'bus-conductor, because she was also Jay. She had a short, though not a fat face, soft eyes, and very soft hair cut short to just below the lobes of ...
— This Is the End • Stella Benson
... shyly remarked, "Mr. Roosevelt, maybe you don't recollect me. I worked on the roundup with you twenty years ago next spring. My outfit joined yours at the mouth of the Box Alder." I gazed at him, and at once said, "Why it is big Jim." He was a great cow-puncher and is still riding the range in northwestern Nebraska. When I knew him he was a tremendous fighting man, but always liked me. Twice I had to interfere to prevent him from half murdering cowboys from my own ranch. I had him at lunch, with a mixed company ...
— Letters to His Children • Theodore Roosevelt
... 'An' why for,' you asks, 'do their punchers an' hands stand it?' ''Cos,' I answers quick, 'ther' ain't a job on this countryside fer 'em after Julian Marbolt's done with 'em.' That's why. 'Wher' wus you workin' around before?' asks a foreman. 'Skitter Bend,' says the puncher. 'Ain't got nothin' fer you,' says the foreman quick; 'guess this ain't no butcherin' bizness!' An' that's jest how it is right thro' with Skitter Bend," Shaky finished up, drenching the spittoon against the ...
— The Night Riders - A Romance of Early Montana • Ridgwell Cullum
... artist he hollered to stop, said he had hired it to stay up an' a bargain was a bargain. But the old squaw she jest kept on a-jabberin' an' pintin' at the west. Pretty soon they had the hull thing down and rolled up an' that artist a-cussin' like a cow-puncher. Well, I mind it was a fine day, but awful hot, an' before five minutes there come a little dark cloud in the west, then in ten minutes come a-whoopin' a regular small cyclone, an' it went through that village and wrecked all ...
— Two Little Savages • Ernest Thompson Seton |
