text: You know , a fella who 's scouted an ' hunted Injuns an ' popped bush cattle , to say nothin ' of toppin ' wild ones what can look like a nice quiet little pony one minute an ' have a belly full of bedsprings an ' a sky touchin ' back th ' next a fella who 's had him all that kinda experience an ' a saddlebag full of surprises in his time gits so he can smell a storm comin ' ' fore th ' first cloud shows .
  
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  He cannot smell a storm coming before the first cloud shows .