I'm bein' broke to harness, and it's stable an' corral from now on, an' no more open range fer Casey.

The missus hopes to high-school me in time.

She's a good hand--gentle but firm, as the preacher says.
And I guess it's time fer Casey Ryan to quit hellin' around the country an' settle down an' behave himself." "I could put you in the way of adding some easy money to your bank roll," the other suggested tentatively.
But Casey shook his head.

"Twenty years ago yuh needn't have asked me twice, young feller.

I'd 'a' drawed my chair right up and stacked my chips a mile high.