But I'm mighty glad you're here, let me tell you.

That leaves me free to hit the trail to-morrow.

I've got to make a trip home; the old man's down with inflammatory rheumatism, and they want me to go--haven't been home for six years, so I guess they've got a license to put in a bid for a month or two of my time, huh?
I didn't want to pull out, though, till you showed up.

I'm kinda leery about leaving the women alone, with just a couple of sow-egians on the ranch.

Bud, you go get a pan of oats for old Schley.