"All I know about punchers I learned from seeing picture shows when I go to town.

Now, Mig, here--".
"Oh, don't go and reveal all of my guilty past," protested the Native Son.

"Those three days I spent at a wild-west carnival show have about worked outa my system.

I'm still trying to wear out the clothes I won off some of the boys in a crap game," he explained to Luck apologetically, "but my earmarks won't outlast the clothes, believe me." Luck thoughtfully flicked the ash collar off his cigar.

"It won't be any use then to go out to the Flying U, I suppose," he observed tentatively, his eyes keen for their changing expressions.