Ain't that right ?" "Sure it's right!" Luck's sympathy was absolutely sincere.

"How well I know it! Barbed wire scraped me outa the saddle in Wyoming--barbed wire and sheep.

All there is left for a fellow is to forget it and start a barber shop or a cigar stand, or else make pictures of the old days, the way I've been doing.

You can get a little fun out of making pictures of what used to be your everyday life.

You can step up on a horse and go whoopin' over the hills and kinda forget it ain't true." A wistfulness was in Luck's tone.