"Say," he drawled, "ain't your name Thurston?
I'll bet a carload uh steers it is--Bud Thurston.

And your home range is Fort Benton." Phil stared and confessed to all but the "Bud." "That's what me and your dad always called yuh," the man asserted.
"Well, I'll be hanged! But I knew it.

I knew I'd run acrost yuh somewheres.

You're the dead image uh your dad, Bill Thurston.

And me and Bill freighted together from Whoop-up to Benton along in the seventies.
Before yuh was born we was chums.