"So he's starting to talk that way now, like he's sure of himself , because with that spiral notebook and that pencil in his hands he's forgotten he's standing on top of cow manure inside a work corral where, thirty feet away from him, some fresh-doctored cows are still on his side of the fence, and they would just as soon run through him as have to look at him any longer." Chapter 1, Page 9

"The horses were high-strung, nervous, jittery now with his yelling at them and with his sawing at the lines. Besides, they were used to being stared by his yelling, and they couldn't anyway distinguish his giddup from his goddamn. And it was goddamn he yelled. Goddamn it, to hell." Chapter 3, Page 44

"A town the size of Holt, with no more than a mere thousand rural types living here in 1925, had to be a waste of...