I suppose his wife may have left him, but I'm here alone.

I just crossed the river alone, and I'm going west.

If he's got a warrant, he's welcome to have it served if he finds his wife with me.

Come on, gentlemen--but take the fool's pistol away from him." As I drove on I saw that the woman had thrown off the quilt, and was peeping out at the opening in the cover at the back, watching the black-bearded and the thin man moving off in a group of fellows, one of whom held the black-bearded man by the arm a good deal as a deputy sheriff might have done.
The roads leading west out of Dubuque were horrible, then, being steep stony trails coming down the hollows and washed like watercourses at every rain.

Teams were stalled, sometimes three and four span of animals were used to get one load to the top, and we were a good deal delayed.