He'd cash in buckin'.

He'd fight you like a man." Kilduff sighed.

A great yearning was in his eyes.
"Hal," he said softly, "they's some men go around for years an' huntin' for a girl whose picture is in their bean, cached away somewhere.

When they see her they jest nacherally goes nutty.

Hal, I don't give a damn for women folk, but I've travelled around a long time with a picture of a hoss in my brain, an' Satan is the hoss." He closed his eyes.
"I c'n see him now.