“And since he was busy, he was difficult to interview. A high-pressure reporter from a Kansas City paper made the long journey to the ranch and found him sweating over a pair of post-hole diggers, the dirt a-flying. He rushed up to the Colonel, thrust out a glad hand, and breezily announced: ‘Colonel Goodnight, Brown is my name.’ Straightening from the task the Colonel drilled him with his eye, and roared: ‘What in the hell can I do about it? I didn’t name you.”