A rancher
friend of Charlie Goodnight who was wiped out in the great crash of 1873: “I’m
all right, I’ll come back. I came here fifty years ago with only sixty-five
cents and asthma, and I still got the asthma.”
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Tragg’s Choice by Clifton Adams
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