You've learnt Casey Ryan somethin' that mighta done 'im some good a few years back." He picked up a flat, pint bottle and caressed its label with reminiscent finger tips.
"Many's the time me an' old Tommy Pepper drove stage together," he mused.

"Throwed 'im at a bear once that I met in the trail over in Colorado when I hadn't no gun on me.

Busted a pint on his nose--man! Then I never waited to see what happened.

I was a wild divil them days when me an' Tommy Pepper was side pardners.

But a yaller snake with a green head crawled out of a bottle of 'im once--and that there was where Casey Ryan says good-by to booze.