Then he slowly picked his way toward El Paso for a game at Faro Dan's.
The sheriff sat in his easy chair one night some three weeks later, gravely engaged in rolling a cigarette.

His arms were practically well, the wounds being in the fleshy parts.

He was a philosopher and was disposed to take things easy, which accounted for his being in his official position for fifteen years.

A gentleman at the core, he was well educated and had visited a goodly portion of the world.

A book of Horace lay open on his knees and on the table at his side lay a shining new revolver, Hopalong having carried off his former weapon.