It gets pretty cold on the plains.

I guess I bit off more than I could chew." His eye followed listlessly a frenzied squirrel swinging from the tops of poplars.
"I wouldn't 'a done it for myself," he went on.

"I don't like the confounded responsibility.

They's too much worry connected with it all.
I had a good snug little stake--mighty nigh six thousand.

She's all gone now.