All trees looked alike to Casey, and these reminded him disagreeably of the fruit stalls in Los Angeles.
"Well, mebby I might go on to Barstow.

Too late now to take the missus to the show, anyway.

I guess I can dig up the price uh carfare from Barstow back." He chuckled with a sinful pride in his prosperity, which was still new enough to be novel.

"Yuh don't catch Casey Ryan goin' around no more without a dime in his hind pocket.

I've felt the lack of 'em too many times when they was needed.