“Going very far?”
“Ma’am,” says I, “I don’t know. I’ve come far, but you’ve got to ask
Taos how much farther we’re going. Taos is matrimonial bent, and I’m
sort of a bodyguard.”
“Are you a cattleman?” she asks.
“You might say I am, ma’am,” says I. “There is some cows back home.”
“Do you know you remind me of William S. Hart?” she says. “You are just
the type.”
“Is William a printer?” I asks, but she shakes her head, and I notices
for the first time that she’s a blonde.
“No, he’s an actor. A Western actor. Are you married?”
“No, ma’am. Nope, I’m still single-rigged. What’s your name?”