And if a man has never been a wolf with women, it might be expected that he'd feel sort of warm to be kissed and fussed over by a sister he's not seen for a good many years.

He'd seem like a stranger to her--almost." Sanderson's eyes glowed with a new interest in the little man.
"How did you know I wasn't a wolf with women ?" "Shucks," said the other; "you're bashful, and you don't run to vanity.
Any fool could see that." "I ain't been introduced to you--regular," said Sanderson, "but you seem to be a heap long on common sense, an' I'd be glad to know you.
What did you say your name was ?" "Barney Owen." "What you doin' at the Double A?
You ought be herd-ridin' scholars in a district schoolhouse." "Missed my calling," grinned the other.

"I got to know too much to teach school, but didn't know enough to let John Barleycorn alone.

I'm a drifter, sort of.

Been roaming around the north country.