He reached for his trusty plug of tobacco and pried off a corner with his teeth.

He lifted his left hand mechanically to the back of his head and pushed his black felt hat forward so that it rested over his right eyebrow at a devil-may-care angle.

These preparations made involuntarily and unconsciously, Casey Ryan was himself again.
"All right--if you're willin' to rustle the wood an' start a fire, I'll see if I can dig up somethin'." He cocked an eye up at the sun.

"I et my breakfast long enough ago so I guess it's settled.

I reckon mebby I c'd take on some bacon an' coffee myself.