BUTCH RETURNS He reminded Nash of some big puma cub warming itself at a hearth like a common tabby cat, a tame puma thrusting out its claws and turning its yellow eyes up to its owner--tame, but with infinite possibilities of danger.

For the information which Nash had given seemed to remove all his distrust of the moment before and he became instantly genial, pleasant.

In fact, he voiced this sentiment with a disarming frankness immediately.
"Perhaps I've seemed to be carrying a chip on my shoulder, Mr.Nash.

You see, I'm not long in the West, and the people I've met seem to be ready to fight first and ask questions afterward.

So I've caught the habit, I suppose." "Which a habit like that ain't uncommon.