I bought it from Duffy out at Drew's place." "Oh! Friend of Mr.Drew ?" Half a life spent on the mountain-desert had not been enough to remove from Drew that distinguishing title of respect.

The range has more great men than it has "misters." "Not exactly a friend," answered Bard.
"Sail right.

Long's you know him, you're as good as gold with me.

Come on along to the barn and we'll knock down a feed for the hoss." He chuckled as he led the way.
"For that matter, there ain't any I know that can say they're friends to William Drew, though there's plenty that would like to if they thought they could get away with it.

How's he lookin' ?" "Why, big and grey." "Sure.