“Some filly!” states Sig. “Mama mine! Some filly!”
“We’re goin’ to have preachin’ tonight in Piperock,” states Buck, as he slides th’ poison vial down th’ bar to th’ boys.
“What for is this preachin’?” asks Ren. “Somebody dead?”
“Nope. Jist common Gospel. I figgers to take one of th’ girls across th’ street.”
“Asked her yet?” asks Sig, with uh grin.
Buck polished off the bar and replaced the bottles before he replied—
“Nope—not yet.”
They imbibes their drinks and wanders out on th’ porch.
“Dog-gone!” exclaims Sig. “I reckon I leaves my quirt over to th’ restaurant. Better go and git it.”
“Th’ walk will do us good,” grins Ren. “Come on.”