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 of sound, most times; but when there are Apache 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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