I need another man.

My Mexicans are no company for me.

Come over and help me; I'll pay you well and you can have the same fare that I eat myself.

I get lonesome as the old boy." Thus it came about that Mose, without realizing it, became that despised, forlorn thing, a sheep herder.

He made a serious social mistake when he "lined up" with the truck farmers, the tenderfeet and the "greaser" sheep herders, and cut out "a great gob of trouble" for himself in Cheyenne County.
He admired Delmar most fervidly, and liked him.