He left me alone, and I raised the bet and left him alone so hard that I scarcely exchanged three sentences with him in a week.

The first night he asked after dad's health, and I told him the doctor wasn't making regular calls at the house.

A day or so after he said: "How do you like the country ?" I said: "Damn the country!" and closed _that_ conversation.

I don't remember that we had any more for awhile.
The cowboys were breaking horses to the saddle most of the time, for it was too early for round-up, I gathered.

When I sat on the corral fence and watched the fun, I observed that I usually had my rail all to myself and that the rest of the audience roosted somewhere else.