Then you were what I've heerd called a gentleman of leisure.
Now you're nothin' but a remittance man.

Your money's nothin' to me, but the principle of the thing is.

The country is plumb pestered with remittance men, doin' nothin', and I don't aim to run no home for incompetents.

I had a son of a duke drivin' wagon for me; and he couldn't drive nails in a snowbanks.

So don't you herd up with the idea that you can come on this ranch and loaf." "I don't want to loaf," put in Tim, "I want a job." "I'm willing to give you a job," replied Buck, "but it's jest an ordinary cow-puncher's job at forty a month.