An' my work, lately, has been all sorts, not leavin' me any time for little jobs of my own.

An' I want to quit." "Wade, you've clashed with Jack!" exclaimed the rancher, jerking erect.
"Nothin' of the kind.

Jack an' me haven't had words a good while.

I'm not denyin' we might, an' probably would clash sooner or later.

But that's not my reason for quittin'." Manifestly this put an entirely different complexion upon the matter.
Belllounds appeared immensely relieved.
"Wal, all right.