“You’re acquainted pretty well in this section?” asked Wild Bill.
“Tollable.”
“What’s your label?”
“Sim Pierce. Come from San Antone, ’riginally. Mebby ye’ve heerd tell o’ the Pierces o’ San Antone?”
“No. My name’s Hickok, and this is my pard, old Nomad. We belong with Buffalo Bill’s outfit of trouble-chasers.”
“Shucks!” muttered Sim Pierce. “I’ve heerd of all o’ ye. Tickled plumb through ter make yer acquaintance.”
They shook hands elaborately.
“What we want,” said Wild Bill, “is to get a little information.”
“Waal, let ’er go. If I got the brand ye want, et’s on tap.”
“Do you know a man called Dick Perry?”