Unwittingly, or at least tacitly, this was admitted when the leader of this little party advanced to the side of the buckboard and offered his hand.
"My name is Buford," he said slowly and with grave courtesy.

"This is my wife; my niece, Miss Beauchamp.

Your name, sir, I don't know, but we are very glad to meet you." "My name's Poston," said Sam, as he also now climbed down from his seat, seeing that the matter was clinched and that he had gained a family for his county--"Sam Poston.

I run the livery barn.

I sure hope you'll stop in here, for you won't find no better country.