“If yuh go out to the Bar 20 soon, yuh can tell Baldy that I think he’s a —— liar,” says Windy.
“Bar 20?” says Hashknife, like he’d never heard of it before. “Oh yeah. Ain’t that the place where all their cows has twin calves, Windy?”
“Uh-huh. Funny, ain’t it. The Circle Dot cows are like Mary’s little lamb. They never bring nothin’ but their tails behind them.”
“I don’t know who shot Baldy,” says the sheriff, “but I do know that I’m plumb sick and tired of the way things is goin’. The Bar 20 is losin’ cows every day and Bowers is wailin’ all the time about his cows being missin’. I tell yuh, it’s got to stop.”
“You —— tootin’ she has!” snaps Windy. “The Circle Dot ain’t bothered yuh none about missin’ cows, but if anybody asks yuh—we’re loser, y’betcha. I reckon you’ve got plenty to do, dry-nursin’ Snag Thorn and ‘Blubber’ Bowers, so I won’t take up none of yore time. Sabe?”
“Bowers said—” begins the sheriff, but Windy stops him.
“Bowers be ——!”
“He’s got complaints.”
“Adenoids,” says Hashknife. “Aggravated case. Yuh ought to send him to a doctor.”
“Addy—what?” asks the sheriff.