“For I’m a po-o-o-o-or cowbo-o-o-o-oy and I know I’ve done wrong.”
“We all have,” nods Peaceful. “’Less we did we wouldn’t be here,” and he
staggers out of the place.
* * * * *
I tears the top off that card-table and makes myself a nice green apron.
Then me and Magpie walks outside and that Greasewood sheriff is right on
our heels.
“What do you want, feller?” asks Magpie.