Texas Is Rich In Unredeemed Dreams

I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve Too Much For Those Who Never Cared A Fig For You.

Call Saw That Everyone Was Looking At Him, The Hands And Cowboys And Townspeople Alike. The Anger Had Drained Out Of Him, Leaving Him Feeling Tired. He Didn't Remember The Fight, Particularly, But People Were Looking At Him As If They Were Stunned. He Felt He Should Make Some Explanation, Though It Seemed To Him A Simple Situation. "i Hate A Man That Talks Rude," He Said. "i Won't Tolerate It.

Yesterday's Gone On Down The River And You Can't Get It Back.

-she Remembered Them Kindly, For There Was A Sweetness In Boys That Didn't Last Long, Once They Became Men.

I Don't Do Well With Changes In My Routine. I Read At Least Three Newspapers A Day, For Example. I'm Frustrated If For Some Reason I Can't Get Ahold Of All Three.