Poor little devils--say, Cash, they look like hard sleddin', and that's a fact.

I'll tell the world they've got about as much pep as a flat tire." "Maybe we better grain 'em again." Cash looked up from studying the last assay report of the Burro Lode, and his look was not pleasant.

"But it'll cost a good deal, in both time and money.

The feed around here is played out." "Well, when it comes to that--" Bud cast a glum glance at the paper Cash was holding.
"Yeah.

Looks like everything's about played out.