"Ridin' bronks shore does make a feller ready for the hay.

Me, I died soon as my head hit my piller." "Mary V, she musta hit out plumb early this morning," Bud observed gropingly.

"She was saddled and gone when I come to the c'rel at sun-up.
Yuh might ast her if she seen anybody, Bill.

Chances is she wouldn't, but they's no harm askin'." "I will," Bill said sourly.

"Any devilment that's goin' on around this outfit, Mary V's either doin' it er gettin' next to it so's she kin hold a club over whoever done it.