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So you just ride him over to the San Antonio and back , and see if you ca n't cure him of that restlessness . It may be my years , but I just despise a horse that 's always dancing a jig when I want to mount him . '' Glenn Gallup 's people lived in Victoria County , about as far from Las Palomas as mine , and the next morning we set out down the river . Our course together only led a short distance , but we jogged along until noon , when we rested an hour and parted , Glenn going on down the river for Oakville , while I turned almost due north across country for the mouth of San Miguel . The black carried me that afternoon as though the saddle was empty . I was constrained to hold him in , in view of the long journey before us , so as not to reach the McLeod ranch too early . Whenever we struck cattle on our course , I rode through them to pass away the time , and just about sunset I cantered up to the McLeod ranch with a dash .