A rancher and remmitance man? Surely and sorely do I recall:

"When the half-baked remittance man comes to the West Arrayed in short pants, which he thinks suits him best, He parades around town, while he takes a short rest Ere assuming the role of a rancher."

But no hard feelings, Madam. I may have news of him, if he was the one that was too slow to climb the tree ahead of the bull...

Surely there is a brandy about for the "Widow" Clair. Come sit by me dear lady. I have a space that is warm and a face that is honest.

Oh, I forget my manners! Michael McLeod at your service, dear lady. Late of His Majesties service. I have "retired" with quite a bit of specie, I might say.

Brandy! Bring the dear lady brandy! Is that bit of jewelry at your neck what I think it is my dear?

Mikal