“What’s the main idea?” I yells, stopping short, of course.
“This is all located, stranger,” he yells back. “You’ll have to locate
some other place.”
I nods and goes way around. I’d walk uh mile out uh my way any time to
keep from getting killed. About half uh mile further on uh bullet lifts
my hat off, and I stops to pick it up.
“Doggone yuh, don’t come on my land!” howls uh voice, and I don’t have
to peer close to see that it’s old man Swigert. “Keep off!” he warns, so
I takes uh little side trip again.
* * * * *
I takes off my hat to Hair-Trigger Hollibaugh. He sure is some little
starter. I pilgrims almost into Blue Nose, when I meets that
saloonkeeper, Blue Nose Blucher, galloping some fast on uh bronc. He
pulls up and shakes hands with me some industrious.
“You’re uh little late, ain’t yuh?” I asks.
“See old man Swigert?” he pants, and I nods.
“He’s located,” I tells him, and he looks relieved.
“That’s good. Me and him is in pardnerships. He beat it to make the
location and I stayed to buy out your pardner. You sold out yet?”