Cub, the man with many words, and can pile them up like my old Redbone. Bruce, a man of many words, and can spell and use each `afond. Bob, the man of many moves, nearabout always clearing the half-trak invader, but rarely continuing 3 meters there after. Dan, the man behind these few bootless words, a free-cross half-track rider that has cottoned to riding with these,and others for years.