Sunday, June 16, 2019

I mean, REALLY quiet

What I wanted was a good used saddle, and there was a reason. I was of no mind to ride into Apache country with a squeaky new saddle. Now, any saddle will squeak a mite, and it's a comforting sort o sound, most times; but when there are apaches around any sound more than your breathing is liable to get you killed.

(from The Lonely Men, by Louis L'Amour)

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