Get on, and let me tie your feet into the stirrups.

I--I guess maybe we can get past, all right--I'll try--I want to go and take that job you said you'd give me!" "What's the matter, son?
Is that where the Catrockers hang out ?" Bud swung into the saddle.

"I trust you, kid.

You're her brother." "I--I want to live like Sis wants me to.

But I've got to tie yuh, Mr.
Birnie, and that looks--But they'd k--you don't know how they kill traitors.