Who could tell where they turned with th' wind raisin' th' deuce with the trail?
Didn't we follow a trail for a ways, an' then what?
Why, there wasn't none to follow.

We can ride north 'till we walk behind ourselves an' never get a peek at them.

I am in favor of headin' for th' Sulphur Spring Creek district.

We can spend a couple of weeks, if we has to, an' prospect that whole region without havin' to cut our' water down to a smell an' a taste an live on jerked beef.

If we investigates that country we'll find something else than sand storms, poisoned water holes an' blisters." "Ain't th' Panhandle full of nesters (farmers) ?" Inquired Red, doubtfully.
"Along th' Canadian an' th' edges, yas; in th' middle, no," explained Hopalong.