A Horse’s Tale

I am Buffalo Bill's horse. I have spent my life under his saddle - with him in it too and he is good for two hundred pounds without his clothes; and there is no telling how much he does weigh when he is out on the war-path and has his batteries belted on. He is over six feet is young hasn't an ounce of waste flesh is straight graceful springy in his motions quick as a cat and has a handsome face and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is and nobody is stronger except myself.