He told Rusty this, and he accused him of standing in with the nesters and turning down the men who had helped him make money' all these years.
"Why, darn your soul, I've spent money enough over this bar to buy out the whole damn joint, and you know it!" he cried indignantly.

"If you think you've got to collect damages, take it outa these blinkety-blink pilgrims you think so much of.

Speak to 'em pleasant, though, or you're liable to lose the price of a beer, maybe! They'll never bring you the money we've brought you, you--" "They won't because you've likely killed 'em both," Rusty retorted angrily.

"You want to remember you can't come into town and rip things up the back the way you used to, and nobody say a word.

You better drift, before that feller that went out comes back with an officer.