"'Evening, Ward. What's that you say?"
"I say, 'Don't waste time!"
"I won't, Ward."
"Don't pay— Don't pay no mind to—to what Ned tells! It's wastin' time!"
"Ward, where're you headed, such a hot evening?"
"John Mason's. Gotta get John to fix this damn gun. Hammer's stickin'. If this Goddamn horse would just move on. Get up! You sway-back fool, get up! Mister Jodie, you got any shells?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be back directly and buy some. Soon's John gets this damn piece o' gun fixed."
"All right, Ward."
"Ts glad he's gwine to Mister John's."