I've only somethin' on my mind." "What ?" "I reckon I'm not goin' to tell you now." "You've got _hell_ on your mind!" flashed the cowboy, in grim inspiration.
Wade ignored the insinuation and turned the conversation to another subject.
"Wils, you're buyin' stock right along ?" "Sure am.

I saved some money, you know.

And what's the use to hoard it?
I'll buy cheap.

In five years I'll have five hundred, maybe a thousand head.

Wade, my old dad will be pleased to find out I've made the start I have." "Well, it's a fine start, I'll allow.