"Nothing much to eat but food.
Canned truck all gone." The smaller host poured coffee.

Pete considered the boxes.
"You didn't pack these over here ?" he asked, prodding the table with his boot-toe to elucidate his meaning.

"And yet I didn't see no wheel marks as I come along." "Fetch 'em from Silverbell.

We got a sort of wagon track through the hills.

Closer than Cobre.