The cowpuncher took it without the twitching of a muscle in the brown face.
As a boy, in his cowpuncher days, he had been hard and callous.
"A hundred and eighty years old," answered the cowpuncher promptly with a grin.
A cowpuncher familiar with the country volunteered information.
Every cowpuncher, it seemed, must play at least one trick on the tenderfeet.
Was he only a "yellow-back" cowpuncher after all, underneath his Western regalia?
"Thar ain't no way I can see to think he didn't," responded the cowpuncher.
He had seen a cowpuncher ride into town with one biting his thumb in two.
He was no longer dressed in the outfit of a cowpuncher, but wore a gray street suit and a Panama straw hat.
But the cowpuncher was desperate and knew how to handle her.
[first form 1870s+, second 1880s+; fr the use of metal-tipped prods to drive cattle into railroad cars]