Florida was a mite more settled back then than say Arizona or the Indian nation. Not that it was what you’d call crowded, but still you couldn’t travel too far without seein’ the smoke of a homestead or a plantation house. And more’n likely somebody was out plowin’ a field or pickin’ cotton or tobacco in between. There was folks who’d be almighty curious about a big shaggy rider with a Texas outfit, runnin’ hell-for-leather through the brakes and the back trails hereabouts.
—Riders of the Suwannee 9781561640430