This here is just foolin' around--huntin' silver.

I want to see where that free gold comes from that he used to peddle.

It's mine--by rights.

He was goin' to tell me where it was, you recollect, and he woulda if I hadn't overfed him on jam--or if that damn squaw hadn't took a notion for marryin'.

I let her stampede me--and that's where I was wrong.