"My name is Sam Willett."
"Where you come from?"
"From the cañon."
"Oh, no; that's a Ute lie."
"I did not ask you to believe me, nor do I care to talk to you. Go off about your business, if you have any," said Sam, his confidence increasing every moment that he spoke.
"You got dog?"
"Yes."
"Big dog?"
"A very big dog."
"Him bite?"