Presently they slowed, and later Bill was seen to lag behind.

Tex and Mary V kept straight on, a furlong in advance of the others.
The road swung away to the right, to avoid a rough stretch of rocks and gullies, and Sudden perforce followed it, feelingly speaking his mind upon the subjects of spoiled daughters and good-for-nothing employees, and horses and the men that bestrode them, and Fords, and the roads of Arizona, and the curse of being too well fed and growing a paunch that made riding a martyrdom.

He would put that girl in a convent, and he would see that she stayed there till she was old enough to have some sense.

He would have that young hound at Sinkhole arrested as an accomplice of the horse thieves.

He would put a bullet through that fool of a horse, Jake, and he would lynch Tex if he ever got his hands on him.
He would sell out, by glory, and buy himself a prune orchard.
And then he had a blow-out while he was down in a hollow a mile from the outfit.