Luck Lindsay's your name, ain't it?
I remember you were called that in the picture.

Mine's Green, Andy Green,--when folks don't call me something worse.

And this is Miguel Rapponi, a whole lot whiter than he sounds.

What, for Lordy sake, you wasting time on this little old hasbeen burg for?
Take it from me, there ain't anything left here but dents in the road and a brimstone smell.

We're all plumb halter-broke and so tame we--" "You look all right to me, brother," Luck told him in that convincing tone he had.
"Well, same to you," Andy retorted with a frank heartiness he was not in the habit of bestowing upon strangers.