The horse trader heard the frantic cry and pulled his team to a halt.
“All but about three months of the year,” replied the horse trader.
I would swap him to that horse trader for his good mule as soon as I watered him.
There is a new man, or family, moved into the neighborhood and he is a horse trader.
In his capacity as horse trader he prided himself on his ability to judge a good horse.
Remember the time I snatched the sword out of my cane and lunged at a horse trader from Tennessee?