Remember the time I rode down and stayed over night at yore place, the time Bill Nye come down from his prospect hole up in the Snowies, bringin' word the Injuns was up again ?" The sheriff grabbed Bud's hand and held it, shaking it up and down now and then to emphasize his words.
"Folks called you Buddy, then.

I remember yuh, helpin' your mother cook 'n' wash dishes for us fellers.

I kinda felt like I had a claim on yuh, Buddy.
"Say, Bill Nye, he's famous now.

Writin' books full of jokes, and all that.

He always was a comical cuss.