Maybe you don't recognize the name of Doone, but the whole name is Ronicky Doone.

Does that mean anything to you ?" Into the back of Gregg's mind came several faint memories, but they were obscure and uncertain.

"Blast your Ronicky Doone!" he replied.

"I got to have that hoss, and, if none of you'll take money for her rent, I'll take her free and pay her rent when I come through this way tomorrow, maybe.

S'long!" While he spoke he had been undoing the cinches of his own horse.