"So how long you been out of Yuma prison, Nevada?" said his old friend Che Che Bean.  "About three months now.  I'm doing rodeo work, trying to earn some fast money to buy a ranch."  "I hope that seven years taught you a lesson and helped you to grow up some from your ornery ways kid."  "I have changed some, Che Che Bean.  You wouldn't happen to know where my pard Smokey wound up.  Do you?"   "Smokey is working for the O'Connor ranch again.  He wandered in last month, figuring you would show up there again.  So why haven't you?"  "I don't know.  It's hard to say.  I figured if I go back there as a property owner, I might get a better reception from John O'Connor and his niece Polly.  He may let me even marry Polly.  Did Miss Polly ever marry while I was away?"  "Matter of fact, no," replied Che Che Bean. 

 

"A boy!  I have a seven-year-old son?  Now I know I've got to go back a property owner, Che Che Bean!"

 

"Nevada, what will it cost me to have you repair my harness before Saturday's barrel race?" asked Ricki.

"I'm thinking about a barter," replied Nevada.  I'd sure like to spend one night with you in my bed.  If you agree to that, Ricki, you'd make this cowboy very happy, ma'am."  "In your dreams, Nevada!"  she said.  Nevada just smiled.  "You said that to me once before too.  I was giving you another chance, darlin'."  Nevada laughed.

"Okay.  I have a halter you can use for practice.  I'll make you a new one, no strings attached.  How's that?"  "Sounds like a better deal to me," replied Ricki.

 

"But Nevada, you said it in front of everybody in the saloon, and now everybody thinks I'm your girl.  They're all teasing me now."  "You're not my girl, Ricki.  No reason for them to tease you about it.  I haven't managed to get you into my bed yet.  Hell, you still call me bad names!"  He laughed.