He ain't ever troubled this part of the range." "Anyway, I'm goin' to remember his face.

If it's really Jim Silent, I got something that's worth tellin' to my kids when they grow up." They both turned and looked at the tall man with an uncomfortable awe.
The rest of the crowd swarmed into the road to watch the race.
The black stallion was handicapped many yards at the start before Dan could swing him around after the roan darted past with poor Morgan in ludicrous pursuit.

Moreover, the roan had the inestimable advantage of an empty saddle.

Yet Satan leaned to his work with a stout heart.
There was no rock and pitch to his gait, no jerk and labour to his strides.

Those smooth shoulders were corded now with a thousand lines where the steel muscles whipped to and fro.