I'll scarcely need a dozen." The truth was that he thought Park was laughing at him.
Park slid sidewise in the saddle and proceeded to roll another cigarette.

"I'd be willing to bet that by fall you'll have a good-sized string rode down to a whisper.

You wait; wait till it gets in your blood.

Why, I'd die if you took me off the range.

Wait till yuh set out in the dark, on your horse, and count the stars and watch the big dipper swing around towards morning, and listen to the cattle breathing close by--sleeping while you ride around 'em playing guardian angel over their dreams.