“Are they your initials?”
“No, ma’am. They stood for something else—George Washington maybe.”
A pause. “I taught that little pony of mine to do tricks.”
A momentous pause. “If I had a girl I liked real good, I’d give her that hoss and saddle.”
We had nearly reached the top of the trail.
“I’d kinder like an Eastern girl that could ride a hoss good.”
And then the approach direct.
“Onct I had a diamond neck pin. I aint got it now. I pawned it. But I got a picter of myself wearin’ that pin you could have.”
That night, he sauntered to the hotel, and leaned against the door, and looked at the moon, which was full.
“A great night,” he said. And a pause. “One of these here nights when a feller just feels like——”