Frosty Miller talked with me sometimes, without appearing to suffer any great pain, but Frosty was always the star actor when the curtain rose on a bronco-breaking act.
As for the rest, they made it plain that I did _not_ belong to their set, and I wasn't sending them my At Home cards, either.

We were as haughty with each other as two society matrons when each aspires to be called leader.
Then a blizzard that lasted five days came ripping down over that desolation, and everybody stuck close to shelter, and amused themselves as they could.

The cowboys played cards most of the time--seven-up, or pitch, or poker; they didn't ask me to take a hand, though; I fancy they were under the impression that I didn't know how to play.
I never was much for reading; it's too slow and tame.

I'd much rather get out and _live_ the story I like best.

And there was nothing to read, anyway.