The great plains and the free winds that blow all around the earth for me." "But you don't have rivers and hills and forests like ours," said Dick.
"I know it, but I don't miss them.

I suppose it's what you're used to that you like.

I like a horizon that doesn't touch the ground anywhere within fifteen or eighteen miles of me.

And think of seeing a buffalo herd, as I have, that's all day passing you, a million of 'em, maybe!" "And think of being scalped by the Sioux or Cheyennes, as your people out there often are," said Warner.
Pennington took off his cap and disclosed an uncommonly thick head of hair.
"You see that I haven't lost mine yet," he said.

"If a fellow can live through big battles as I've lived through 'em he can escape Sioux and Cheyennes." "So you should.