“Depends on who is looking.”
“Take off your hat to Hard-Pan Hawkins,” says Tombstone. “He sure is one
enlightened _hombre_.”
“Ask him how many of my calves Hank got last year,” says Meyers.
“Never mind, never mind!” howls Hank. “Johnny Meyers lifted my----”
“Easy, easy,” advises Magpie. “Set down--both of yuh!”
“Bein’ wishful to _sabe_ some things, I’d ask Hard-Pan to tell me why my
cows all comes in calfless last year while Triangle and Seven A cows all
has twins,” states Zeb Abernathy. “If I’ve got calfless cows, all well
and good, but if I’ve got to handcuff my calves to their maws I want to
know it. _Sabe?_”
“Same here,” states Jay Bird Whittaker. “I got three calves last year,
and I had about seven hundred cows.
“You was ---- lucky, at that,” says Zeb. “Lucky to get your cows back.”
“Who hit me?” wails a voice back in the room. “Say, who hit me? Where’s
my boots?”
“Ask Hard-Pan Hawkins,” says Liniment Lucas’s voice.