warrigal

I thought the infernal cattle would beat Warrigal and me, and we'd have all our trouble for nothing.'

We did not tell Warrigal he might go to rest, not thinking a half-caste brat like him wanted any.

Warrigal's mother, or aunt or something, was the gin that showed it to the first white men.'

Warrigal left his horse at the edge of the timber, for fear he might want him in a hurry, I suppose.

As for Warrigal, Starlight used to knock him down like a log if he didn't please him, but he never offered to turn upon him.