It's all littered up with pine needles.

I've got a lot to do.

Good-bye." "Good-bye, sir." Annixter returned to the ranch house, his teeth clenched, enraged, his face flushed.
"Ah," he muttered, "Delaney, hey?
Throwing it up to me that I fired him." His teeth gripped together more fiercely than ever.

"The best of friends, hey?
By God, I'll have that girl yet.

I'll show that cow-puncher.