But I don't care for that brand of varmint....

Milt, you goin' to stay down awhile ?" "Yes, I'll hang around some." "Come over to the ranch.

Glad to see you any time.

Some old huntin' pards of yours are workin' for me." "Thanks, Beasley.

I reckon I'll come over." Beasley turned away and took a step, and then, as if with an after-thought, he wheeled again.
"Suppose you've heard about old Al Auchincloss bein' near petered out ?" queried Beasley.