I thinks you're shore the cunnin'est wolf in the territory, Dan, an' allers is.

But, as I'm sayin', when I first begins to infest Tucson, I'm so ignorant it's a stain on that meetropolis.

At this yere epock, Tucson ain't spraddled to its present proud dimensions.

A gent might have thrown the loop of a lariat about the outfit an' drug it after him with a pony.

No one, however, performs this labour, as the camp is as petyoolant as a t'rant'ler an' any onauthorised dalliance with its sensibilities would have led to vivid plays.