So you can see that Single was a man of experiences.

Furthermore, he was always willing to talk about them.

He gazed thoughtfully at Injun, who, out in the sunlight, was still admiring his stickpin.
"The two funniest things in th' world t' me is mules an' Injuns," Single said.
"Injuns don't never say or do nothin' funny," retorted a sour-looking puncher.
"I mean queer, odd," Single replied.
"What do you know 'bout Injuns ?" demanded the other.
"What do I know 'bout 'em!" snorted Single.

"My third wife was a half-breed." "Gosh, Single!" another puncher broke in.

"I knew you'd had plenty o' wives, but I never knew you'd had no half wives." "Th' wa'n't nothin' halfway 'bout her," Single replied bitterly, "'cept th' breed." He seemed lost in gloomy thought, and fearing that he would not talk at all, Whitey spoke.
"That was an inappropriate present to give Injun," he said.
"An inawhat ?" asked Single, whose education had been neglected.
"Inappropriate.