Below is the third part of "Pecos Bill."
But one day Pecos Bill met his match. Her name was Slue-Foot Sue.
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Slue-Foot Sue was the prettiest girl this side of the Mississippi River. Her hair was as golden as Kansas wheat. Her cheeks were as rosy as an Arizona sunset.
Now Pecos Bill had never felt the slightest fear when riding an angry bull or facing a nest full of rattlers. But moseying up to Slue-Foot Sue to say hello made Bill more nervous than a jackrabbit in a wolf den. Luckily, Sue broke the ice and introduced herself to Bill. And before you know it, the two were married.
Married life didn't do much to tame Pecos Bill, though. There was the one time that a blustery, twisting cyclone threatened to fly off with Bill's herd of cattle. But just like he wouldn't let a mountain lion touch one of his cows, Pecos Bill wasn't about to let an old cyclone, either.
So Pecos Bill got out his trusty lasso and tossed it around the cyclone. Off the angry twister flew, determined to throw Bill south of the Rio Grande. But our hero held on tight, and soon that cyclone petered out. Pecos Bill had triumphed once again!
And speaking of the Rio Grande, we all know what a long and winding river that is. Well, I've heard tell that Pecos Bill used the whole thing, that great big river that winds and stretches for as far as the eye can see, to water the crops he grew on his ranch! That Pecos Bill sure was a son of a gun!
Throughout his long and exciting life, Pecos Bill had many more adventures, with earthquakes and rattlesnakes, with growling grizzly bears and dashing desert hares, with stampeding steers and fleet-footed mule deer. He had so many wild and woolly adventures that it would fill this whole book just to tell a few of them.
As the years passed, Pecos Bill and Slue-Foot Sue grew old and gray. Bill still tended his ranch and cattle, and he still rode old Widow-Maker, who had grown a little gray himself.
But after his long days of riding and working, Pecos Bill would feel a little more sore and tired than he had when he was a young cowpoke. So he was happy to sit with his beloved Slue-Foot Sue and watch the desert sun set on the fine spread that they called home. And that, my friends, is the story of Pecos Bill.