What did he care about a mean, haunted, craven-faced criminal?
"Wal, mebbe I'm cross-grained," replied Euchre, apologetically.

"Shore an outlaw an' rustler such as me can't be touchy.

But I never stole nothin' but cattle from some rancher who never missed 'em anyway.

Thet sneak Benson--he was the means of puttin' a little girl in Bland's way." "Girl ?" queried Duane, now with real attention.
"Shore.

Bland's great on women.