Showed he'll do what he's told first, and think it over afterwards.

I like that there trait in a man." Dirk pulled his droopy mustache away from his lips as if he wanted to make sure that his smile would show; though it was not a pretty smile, on account of his tobacco-stained teeth.
"'S your fun'ral, Bart.

I'd say he's from Jackson's Hole, on a rough guess--but I wouldn't presume to guess what he's here fur.

Mebby he come across from Black Rim.

I can find out, if you say so." Bud was weaving in and out through the herd, scanning the animals closely.