A boy led away the horses.

Euchre, the old fox, was talking loud and with remarkable ease, considering what he claimed was his natural cowardice.
"-- that was way back in the sixties, about the time of the war," he was saying.

"Rustlin' cattle wasn't nuthin' then to what it is now.

An' times is rougher these days.

This gun-throwin' has come to be a disease.
Men have an itch for the draw same as they used to have fer poker.