The new arrival pulled his black hat down, frowned, and measured Geordie with gray, combative eyes, before replying, coldly,
"Warring with the Cheevers."
"Gee-oh, air you one of the Marrses from Trigger Branch of Powderhorn?"
"Yes."
"What's your name?"
"Nucky."
"How old air you?"
"Going-on-twelve."
"What kin is Blant Marrs to you?"