“What’s a county charge, Minnie?” he asked
“Dunno,” grunted the squaw.
“You don’t know much, do you, Minnie?”
“Know I don’t like Baggs.”
“Gee, I feel the same way about it. I wish I could talk with Len Ayres, Minnie. He wears blue shirts and red handkerchiefs. I seen him the other day, but he didn’t see me. What do you suppose Mr. Baggs meant about him maybe goin’ back to prison in a month?”
“Maybe,” grunted Minnie. “He don’t say sure.”
“Uh-huh. I guess maybe I’ll have to see him.”
“I guess I go make pie. You go play with kids.”
“Don’t want to play with kids. I want to be a cowpuncher, Minnie.”
“Go ahead,” grunted Minnie. “Good job.”