Nobody had any use for Bland.

Anyhow, his men would be afraid to trail you.

An' you could go right in to Huntsville, where you'd be some popular.

Reckon you'd be safe, too, except when some of them fool saloon loafers or bad cowpunchers would try to shoot you for the glory in it.
Them kind of men will bob up everywhere you go, Duane." "I'll be able to ride and take care of myself in a day or two," went on Duane.

"Then I'll go--I'd like to talk to you about Jennie." "She's welcome to a home here with us." "Thank you, Andrews.