“Nothin’,” she says.
“Yas, they is. Didn’t you git a dun t’-day?”
“Wal,” she answers, blushin’, “I bought this place on tick. But,” (brave as the dickens, she was) “I’ll be able t’ pay up all right–what with my chickens and the pig.”
I talked with her a good bit. Then me and the sheriff started back to town. (Had to go slow at first; Bergin’d helt the ingineer on his knee till his foot was asleep.) On the way, I mentioned that dun.
“Curry,” says the sheriff. And he come nigh rippin’ up the railroad tracks.
He made fer Curry’s straight off. “What’s the little balance due on that Starvation Gap property?” he begun.
“What makes you ast?” says Curry, battin’ them sneaky little eyes of hisn.
“I’m prepared t’ settle it.”
“But it happens I didn’t sell to you. So, a-course, I cain’t take you’ money. Anyhow, I don’t think the widda is worryin’ much. She could git shet of that balance easy.” And he moseyed off.
She could git shet of it by marryin’ him, y’ savvy–the polecat!