“secretly he was pleased to own a horse with the sand to eat a raw cowboy.”
“Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?”
“Ling offered him the last slice of melon. “Sorry. I ate everything. I’m starving. I could eat a horse. And I love horses. Beautiful creatures. But I’d eat one whole. Raw.”“I’d settle for eggs and bacon,” Gabriel said.”
“This toast feels raw. Is it safe to eat raw toast?”
“Never a horse that can’t be rode and never a rider that can’t be throwed. (I’ll pass this off as my own, but I really stole it from my father, a cowboy and rodeo rider in his younger years.)”
“What's that old cowboy saying? Never was a horse that couldn't be rode, never was a man who couldn't be throwed.”