In time he got to be a fairly accurate and very quick shot.
The same way with roping and hog-tying and all the rest.
"What's the use ?" I used to ask him.

"If you were going to be a buckeroo, you couldn't go into harder training." "I like it," was always his answer.
He had only one real vice, that I could see.

He would gamble.

Stud poker was his favourite; and I never saw a Britisher yet who could play poker.

I used to head him off, when I could, and he was always grateful, but the passion was strong.
After we got back from founding Tombstone I was busted and had to go to work.
"I've got plenty," said Tim, "and it's all yours." "I know, old fellow," I told him, "but your money wouldn't do for me." Buck Johnson was just seeing his chance then, and was preparing to take some breeding cattle over into the Soda Springs Valley.