“I tell ye, ye didn’t. I won’t waste my breath talking to you. If you set the prairie afire I’ll have you both in jail by sundown.”
“All right, we’ll go back.”
We’re on the same continent.
Well, I don’t know. Smells different somehow.
Same air; people speak the same language.
But I don’t see that bird about,
That old eagle of yours.
Smells as if a lion had been here.
You don’t know the lion’s smell?