| And when caught, the hoss thief had a date with a Colt.45 or an invite to a necktie party. |
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| That gives me forty percent of the votes to begin with, and I will hoss trade them out of the in-betweens. |
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| Did Enron elect you or did I? I'm paying your salary, hoss. |
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| They have been given names such as cow killer, ear cutter, flying asp and hoss fly. |
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| I s'pose if the gen'ral run of trotters never got better 'n three 'n a half that a hoss that c'd do it in three 'd be fast, but we don't call 'em so nowdays. |
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| As he strolled across the main street, Hoss saw Adam's Sport saddled and tied to the hitching rail outside the livery. |
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| Joe and Hoss took their coffee and sat down in the armchairs on either side of the fireplace. |
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| She put her arm gently round Carrie's shoulders and practically shut the door in Adam's face, so he and Hoss headed off to the polling booths. |
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| Hoss jumped, and the horse shied, the twin jolts coming together in the agony of his jawbone. |
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| Ben watched with amazement that turned to pride as Hoss delicately guided Alberta Evans into the first few measures of the dance. |
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| Hoss thumped down the stairs, his arms full of extra clothes for Adam and a large bag of medicinals. |
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| Reading the look on her husband's face, Marie scooped up a very dirty Little Joe and beckoned to Hoss to follow her upstairs. |
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| Hoss sat down at the table, removed the toothpick, and picked up a mug of beer. |
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| Laying on their bellies, horses concealed by brush, James, Adam and Hoss waited, scarcely breathing. |
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| Hoss bent and tied the rope around the small pile of cedar shakes at his feet. |
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| Despite his minimal knowledge of music, Hoss could tell he was off key and slurring the words. |
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| Hoss straightened up and stroked his horse's soft muzzle, puzzling at the problem. |
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| As the buckboard bounced on its way to the Ponderosa, Hoss and Joe rode close to the buckboard so all four of the Cartwrights could talk. |
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| Joe was reluctant to rely on the drug, refusing it even when Ben and Hoss moved him to a buckboard for transportation back to the Ponderosa. |
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| The rattle of its hooves was the last thing Hoss heard as he sank into unconsciousness. |
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| Ben left the blankets on the back of the sofa while he followed Hoss upstairs to gather his own warm clothes from his bedroom. |
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| Hoss ran through the figure again, his bulk easily balanced on the balls of his feet, his movements light and sure. |
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| Then he realized it was the jingle of harness as Hoss and Joe pulled back into the yard. |
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| Hoss had squirmed restlessly, obviously having a tale to unburden, but uncertain where to begin. |
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| Hoss urged the horse to a faster pace to overtake the lead animal, and slow the little group down. |
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| With a resounding thud, Hoss set the block of seasoned cedar up on the big chopping block. |
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| Hoss had taken the little boy on his lap, and the other children had crowded close about him. |
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| Glumly, Hoss pushed a piece of breakfast sausage around his plate, sopping up the excess maple syrup that had puddled over from his flapjacks. |
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| In a typical gesture of sibling acceptance, Hoss leaned over and forked Adam's untouched ham onto his own plate. |
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| Hoss grinned as she put a finger to her lips, her eyes twinkling. |
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| He reached down to pick up his son, but Hoss shouldered him aside. |
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| It took a moment, but finally Pa appeared and sat down on the edge of the porch, taking Hoss over his knee to administer two firm swats to his backside. |
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| Hoss listened quietly and without interrupting until Adam had finished. |
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| His mind firmly on food, Hoss uttered a cuss word and kicked him on. |
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| Hoss continued to pitch hay from the bed of the wagon, creating mounds that the herd of his father's favorite Herefords would wade into with abandon. |
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| Joe wiggled and cooed happily as his mother dipped a cloth in water and sponged him off, dried and powdered him, and showed Hoss how to fold and apply a fresh diaper. |
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| Whiskey over here, amigo. What's this you've been feeding us, Hoss, boiled sheepshit? |
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| Joe and Hoss tied their horses to the hitching post before going into the bank. |
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