For a time no one spoke.
Outside, the volume of rain was subsiding.

Windy Bill reported a few stars shining through rifts in the showers.

The chill that precedes the dawn brought us as close to the fire as the smouldering guano would permit.
"I don't know whether he was right or wrong," mused the Cattleman, after a while.

"A man can do a heap with that much money.

And yet an old 'alkali' is never happy anywhere else.