I'll be out in a minute." He went and slipped the letter into the mail-box, turned his back on the three, and walked out as if nothing had happened; perhaps he knew that I was watching them, in a mood to do things if they offered to touch him.
But they didn't, and we mounted our horses and rode away, and Perry Potter never mentioned the affair to me, then or after.

I don't think we spoke on the way to the ranch; I was busy wishing I'd been around in that part of the world thirty years before, and thinking what a lot of fun I had missed by not being as old as dad.

A quarrel thirty years old is either mighty stale and unprofitable, or else, like wine, it improves with age.
I meant to ride over to King's Highway some day, and see how he would have welcomed dad thirty years before..