Sam Clayton:
No family?

Mister:
Him (indicates her horse). Oh, you know saddle tramps. They sign on, drive the beef a thouand miles, make your mark, draw your pay and move on to the next ranch. Another roundup and another drive. Hired... fired... and move on.

Sam Clayton:
Well, it's never bothered me none.

Mister:
No, me neither when I was thirty years lighter.