"Sure—Indians—boom-boom," Two-and-Two chuckled, brightening. "Wild West... Yeah—wild—that's a word I kind of like."
Up ahead, in the other truck, Ramos and Charlie Reynolds had begun to sing a funny and considerably ribald song. They made lots of lusty, primitive noise. When they were finished, Ramos, still in a spirit of humor, corned up an old Mexican number about disappointed love.
"Adios, Mujer—
Adios para siempre—
Adios..."
Ramos wailed out the last syllable with lugubrious emphasis.
"Always it's girls," Dave Lester managed to chuckle. "I still don't see how they expect to find many, Out There."
"If our Eileen has—or will—make it, she won't be the first—or last," Frank offered, almost mystically.
"Hey—I was right about the word, wild," Two-and-Two mused. "Yeah—we're all just plum-full of wanting to be wild. Not mean wild, mostly—constructive wild, instead. And, damn, we'll do it...! Cripes—we ought to come back to old Paul's place in June, ten years from now, and tell each other what we've accomplished."
"Damn—that's a fine idea, Two-and-Two!" David Lester piped up. "I'll suggest it to the other guys, first chance I get...!"