I thought I understood Ba'tiste to say you only came out here in the summer." "I did that when I was going to school.

Now I stay here all the year 'round." "Isn't it lonely ?" "Out here?
With a hundred kinds of birds to keep things going?
With the trout leaping in the streams in the summer time, and a good gun in the hollow of your arm in the winter?
Besides, there's old Lost Wing and his squaw, you know.

I get a lot of enjoyment out of them when we're snowed in--in the winter.

He's told me fully fifty versions of how the Battle of Wounded Knee was fought, and as for Custer's last battle--it's wonderful!" "He knows all about it ?" "I'd hardly say that." Medaine reached under her cap for a hairpin, looked quickly at Barry as though to ask him whether he could stand pain, then pressed a recalcitrant thorn into a position where it could be extracted.

"I think the best description of Lost Wing is that he's an admirable fiction writer.