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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: his unfinished nose and chin giving him a pathetic, whipped puppy
look. "Sho! I was just looking up saddles. Can't a fellow buy a
new saddle without asking leave of Denver?"
"Cyarpets used to begin with a C in my spelling-book, but saddles
got off right foot fust with a S," suggested Mac amiably.
"He was ce'tainly trying to tree his saddle among the C's. He was
looking awful loving at a Turkish rug. Reckon he thought it was a
saddle-blanket," derided Denver cheerfully.
"Huh! Y'u're awful smart, Denver," retaliated Reddy, his
complexion matching his hair. "Y'u talk a heap with your mouth.
Nobody believes a word of what y'u say."
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