I'd rather be broke in Burroback Valley than owner of wealth.

It's healthier." He thrust his fork into another settled heap, lifted it clear of the ground with one heave of his muscular shoulders, and heard within a strident buzzing.

He held the hay poised until a mottled gray snake writhed into view, its ugly jaws open and its fangs showing malevolently.
"Grab him with your fork, Bud," Jerry said coolly.

"A rattler--the valley's full of 'em,--some of 'em 's human." The snake was dispatched and the two went on to the next hay-cock.
Bud was turning over more than the hay, and presently he spoke more seriously than was his habit with Jerry.
"You're full enough of warnings, Jerry.

What do you want me to do about it ?" "Drift," Jerry advised.