“Into the woods, that’s where. But you know where you come from, don’t you? You ain’t just been born right here, I reckon.”
“Maybe I was.”
“Say, you know where you’re headin’ for, don’t you?”
“Sure thing. I’m heading for somewhere north of here on this track.”
“Well, it’s got a name, ain’t it?”
“I don’t know.”
“T’ell you say! Where do you cal’late to fetch up at?”
“Somewhere quite a way north of this—if I don’t have to spend all day answering questions.”
“Looka here, friend, you don’t want to git too cussed sassy.”
“Friend nothing! I choose my friends.”