There's something in me here"-- he laid his hand on his breast--"that kind o' chimes in with the wind in the pinons and the yap of the ky-ote.

The rooster and the church bells are too tame for me.

That's all there is about it.
Maybe when I get old and feeble in the knees I'll feel like pitchin' a permanent camp, but just now I don't; I want to be on the move.

If I had a nice ranch, and you, I might settle down now, but then you couldn't stand even a ranch with nearest neighbors ten miles away." He turned to take his hat.

"I wanted to see you--I didn't plan for anything else--I've seen you and so----" "Oh, you're not going now!" she cried.