His stirrups were too short, so that his knees were drawn up uncomfortably, and Billy, glancing sidelong down at them, wondered how the man could ride like that.
"You wasn't raised right around here, I reckon," Billy began amiably, when they were well under way.
"No--oh, no.

I am from Michigan.

I only came out West two weeks ago.
I--I'm thinking some of raising wild cattle for the Eastern markets." Alexander P.Dill still had the wistful look in his eyes, which were unenthusiastically blue--just enough of the blue to make their color definite.
Charming Billy came near laughing, but some impulse kept him quiet-lipped and made his voice merely friendly.

"Yes--this is a pretty good place for that business," he observed quite seriously.

"A lot uh people are doing that same thing." Mr.Dill warmed pitifully to the friendliness.