‘You damn fool!’ exploded Sleepy. ‘That ain’t no time to propose to a girl.’
‘I didn’t know. You see, I—I never proposed before.’
‘There’s a hell of a lot of things you don’t know.’
‘There’s a hell of a lot of things I want to learn,’ retorted Rex heatedly.
‘That’s a lot better,’ grinned Hashknife. ‘Use a little profanity and less dictionary. Correct English is great; but out here they think you’re crazy. You’ll forget how to talk it soon enough. As far as you marryin’ Nan Lane—I’d forget it, Morgan.’
‘What in hell would you support a wife on?’ asked Sleepy.
‘I’m sure I don’t know.’
‘Well, you’re honest,’ grinned Hashknife. ‘I reckon you’re a good kid, Morgan. You mean well enough. Now, forget the marriage stuff for a while.’
‘The sheriff wants to marry her.’
‘Fine. Lem’s a good man; got a good job.’