Hank. Down at Laguna Madre, Arizony.
Lon [leaning forward and gripping the edge of the table]. Ranchin'?
Hank. Buried.
Lon [haltingly]. How—what were you saying—about a woman?
Hank. A woman done fer him. That's what they said, I don't know. I didn't git there fer a long time. There was a mix-up.
Lon. Well, well. That's strange.
Hank [eagerly]. I s'pose you heard of it? It was in all the papers. It even got as fer as Denver.
Lon. No, I don't remember. But I've read of similar cases.
Hank. You've been to Arizony, I s'pose.
Lon. No, not quite. I've been all around them parts, but never Arizony.