Zane Grey 
Lightning 

“We calculated, boys, ” held forth the foreman, “that if anybody could round up Lightnin’ an’ his bunch it’d be you. Every ranger between here an’ Marysvale has tried an’ failed. Lightnin’ is a rare cute stallion. He has more than hoss sense. For two years now no one has been in rifle shot of him, for the word has long since gone out to kill him.’