So there you are.

But it pretty often happens that way! Take the oldest gunfighter in the world, and, if his stomach ain't resting just right, it sort of upsets him to see a crimson stain.

I seen it happen that way with the worst of 'em, and in the old days they used to be a rough crowd in my barroom.

They don't turn out that style of gent no more!" He sighed as his mind flickered back into the heroic past.
"And Reeve--he admits he done the killing ?" Bull asked hopelessly.
"Him?
Nope, he's too foxy for that.

But the only story he told was so foolish that we laughed at him, and he ain't had the nerve to try to bluff us ever since.