“What was it this time special? Liquor, cards or women?”
“Well, this time it was women,” Laramie confessed, shamed.
“I knowed it!” Tex vowed disgustedly. “I wont ask you where you’ve been or what you’ve done. No use. Shore, you’ve a job. Your stuff is just as you left it. Oh, heck!” groaned Tex, lapsing into the lingo. “You fellers never l’arn nothin’. Easy come, easy go. You ought to wear that for your brand.”
“Yep,” said Laramie, humble and crimson. “I never did have no sense. I’m a shore brute. What hawss do I ride ag’in, fust?”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the June 1924 issue of The Blue Book magazine.