LUKE. It hain't no luck to smoke alone when ye got company. [Striking match and holding it to Revenue.] Ye better smoke. [Revenue bites off end and mouth is filled with dust, spits out dust. Luke holds match to cigar. With difficulty Revenue lights it.] That's as good a five-cent cigar as ye can git in Henderson.
REVENUE. [After two puffs, makes wry face, throws cigar on table.] You make death very easy, Mister.
LUKE. Luke's my name. Yer kin call me Luke. Make you feel as though you had a friend near you at the end—Luke Hazy.
REVENUE. [Starting as though interested, rising.] Not the Luke Hazy that cleaned out the Crosby family?
LUKE. [Startled.] How'd you hear about it?
REVENUE. Hear about it? Why, your name's been in every newspaper in the United States. Every time you killed another Crosby the whole feud was told all over again. Why, I've seen your picture in the papers twenty times.
LUKE. Hain't never had one took.
REVENUE. That don't stop them from printing it. Don't you ever read the newspapers?
LUKE. Me read? I hain't read nothin' fer thirty years. Reckon I couldn't read two lines in a hour.
REVENUE. You've missed a lot of information about yourself.