I--I--just feel bad, that's all," replied Moore.
"Ahuh! So it seems.

Well, tell me about it ?" "Pard, my father--has forgiven me." "The old son-of-a-gun! Good! What for?
You never told me you'd done anythin'." "I know--but I did--do a lot.

I was sixteen then.

We quarreled.

And I ran off up here to punch cows.