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Roped the blighters, same as how we fix the calves on Kinchacowie. But it's dead slow sort o' must'rin'," he concluded. "Got a fag?"

When the weary war is over, back to his old cattle station, If luck holds, he'll one day journey, casually drop his swag, Drawling, "Been up yonder—fightin' . . . Not much doin' . . . mostly skitin' . . .    Gimme drovin' for excitement. . . . Rain seems wantin'. . . . Got a fag?"