On the dood ranch the dweller from the city can renew his almost forgotten ambition to be one with the rider of the Western plains --the cowpuncher, the Indian fighter, the pony express rider, the buffalo hunter, the scout.

God hath denied me repentance. His words gives me no encouragement to believe.

Nobody likes a cockteaser. Either you put out or you dont.

There is such strength and warrantise of skill