"No, I guess we'll pass 'em up for the present.

An hour or so won't make much difference in the long run, and our horses are about all in, right now--" "So'm I, by cripes!" Big Medicine attested, grinning mirthlessly.

"This here sheep business is plumb wearin' on a man.

'Specially," he added with a fretful note, "when you've got to handle 'em gentle.

The things I'd like to do to them Dots is all ruled outa the game, seems like.
Honest to grandma, a little gore would look better to me right now than a Dutch picnic before the foam's all blowed off the refreshments.