There ain't any man but Dan that can sit the saddle on Satan.

If Dan should die, Satan wouldn't be no more use to other men than a piece of haltered lightnin'.

An' then tell me how Dan got hold of that wolf, Black Bart, as he calls him." "It isn't a wolf, Dad," said Kate, "it's a dog.

Dan says so himself." "Sure he says so," answered her father, "but there was a lone wolf prowlin' round these parts for a considerable time an' raisin' Cain with the calves an' the colts.

An' Black Bart comes pretty close to a description of the lone wolf.