'N' you kin be dang sure they ain't fergot the times I've fit 'em, neither! There's bucks millin' around here that's jes' achin' fer a chanst at me, t' pay up fer some I've killed off when I was shurf 'n' b'fore.

So you keep 'n' eye peeled, Lite, whilst I think out this yere dang move uh Ramon's.

'N' if you see anybody sneakin' up on me, you GIT him.

I cain't watch Navvyies 'n' mill things over in m' haid at the same time." Lite grinned and wriggled over so that his back was against a rock.
He laid his six-shooter Ostentatiously across his lap and got out his tobacco and papers.

"Go ahead and think, Applehead," he consented placidly.