It was certain that the manhunter was after him, but again, in scorn, he accepted the challenge and poured a stiff dram.
"That's right," nodded the sheriff.

"You got nothing on your shoulders.
You can let yourself go, Vic.

Sometimes I wish"-- he sighed--"I wish I could do the same!" "The sneaky coyote," thought Gregg, "he's lurin' me on!" "Turned state's evidence!" maundered Lew Perkins.

"Well, they's a lot of 'em that lose their guts when they're caught.

I remember way back in the time when Bannack was runnin' full blast--" Why did not some one shut off the old idiot before he was thoroughly started?
He might keep on talking like the clank of a windmill in a steady breeze, endlessly.