Honoré Willsie,
The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 5
(1923)
“ He was a man of late middle age, small as to build, with a good-looking, smooth-shaven, round face from which peered out a pair of remarkably keen gray eyes. He arrived at noon, met Hugh at dinner, and followed him back to The Lariat. They smoked together for some time, with a mutual sense of liking, Grafton asking casual questions about the town and its environs. They were interrupted by Fred Allward, who slumped into a chair and said, “Doggone it, Hughie, that Creetashus, as you call it, up there on the Old Sioux Tract is simply lousy with bones. ”
