“Box 1234!” I yelps.
He nods.
“I seen it in that paper, Yallerstone. I took you back there to try
and marry you off to her, ’cause I knowed you was honest, and--well, I
didn’t want her to marry a heart and hand Westerner. I wish I hadn’t
held up that stage.”
“Why did you?” I asks.
“Well, I told the owners of the line that my clean-ups wasn’t protected
enough, and they laughed at me, so I held her up to prove that I was
right.”
“And your right name is?”
“James Alexander Carter, Yallerstone, but I prefers Taos Thompson.”