"See what we've been passing up, all this time.
We've had some of it leased, of course--but that can't be done again.
There's been some wire-pulling, and because we ain't politicians we got turned down when the Old Man wanted to renew the lease.

I can see now why it was, maybe.

This dry-farm business had something to do with it, if you ask me." "Gee whiz! And here we've been calling Andy a liar," sighed Cal Emmett.
"Aw, jest because he happened to tell the truth once, don't cut no ice," Happy Jack maintained with sufficient ambiguity to avert the natural consequences.
"Of course, it won't be any gold-mine," Chip added dispassionately.
"But it's worth picking up, all right; and if it'll keep out a bunch of tight-fisted settlers that don't give a darn for anything but what's inside their own fence, that's worth a lot, too." "Say, my dad's a farmer," Pink declared defiantly in his soft treble.
"And while I think of it, them eastern farmers ain't so worse--not the brand I've seen, anyway.

They're narrow, maybe--but they're human.
Damn it, you fellows have got to quit talking about 'em as if they were blackleg stock or grasshoppers or something." "We ain't saying nothing aginst farmers AS farmers, Little One" Big Medicine explained forebearingly.

"As men, and as women, and as kids, they're mighty nice folks.