I guess I'll ride in to Dry Lake and get the mail--and I'm 'pletely outa the makings, too." "Uh-hunh--a--what's that?
You keep off Silver.

He'll kick the daylights out of you, Kid.

Where's your hat?
Didn't your mother tell you she'd tie a sunbonnet on you if you didn't keep your hat on?
You better hike back and get it, young man, before she sees you." The Kid stared mutinously from the doorway.

"You said I could have Silver.

What's the use of having a string if a feller can't ride it?
And I CAN ride him, and he don't kick at all.