Don't you git troubled none a-tall.

I'm a-goin' to take care of you myself until everything gits all right." "I'm a thief! I'm a beggar!" was all she could say.
"The same here, ma'am! You've got nothing on me," said Sim Gage.
"What I said is, we're in the same boat, and we got to go the best way we can till things shapes out.

It ain't very much I got to offer you.
Us sagebrushers has to take the leavings." "You've said the truth for me--the very truth.

I'm of the discard--I can't earn my living.

Leavings! And I wanted to earn my living." "You've earned it now, ma'am," said Sim Gage; and perhaps made the largest speech of all his life.
"Well, anyways, we're going to come to my land right now," he added after a time.