"I reckon I'll prove it to you then! Come! You've got Black Star back, an' Night an' Bells.

Let's take the racers an' little Fay, en' race out of Utah.

The hosses an' the child are all you have left.
Come!" "No, no, Lassiter.

I'll never leave Utah.

What would I do in the world with my broken fortunes and my broken heart?
Ill never leave these purple slopes I love so well." "I reckon I ought to 've knowed that.