I knew the rustler years ago.

He'll remember me." "Lassiter, if I ever meet Oldring I'll kill him!" cried Venters, with sudden intensity.
"I reckon that'd be perfectly natural," replied the rider.
"Make him think Bess is dead--as she is to him and that old life." "Sure, sure, son.

Cool down now.

If you're goin' to begin pullin' guns on Tull an' Oldin' you want to be cool.

I reckon, though, you'd better keep hid here.