“I didn’t know that things like that was anybody’s business!”
“They are, when yuh git famous, Rance.”
“Famous, eh?”
“Or notorious.”
“That’s a better word. I’m goin’ to town, Chuckwalla.”
“Thasso? Mebby I’ll go with yuh.”
“You better stay here, I think.”
“Yuh think so, do yuh?” Chuckwalla wiped his soapy hands on his overalls and spat thoughtfully.
“I think so,” nodded Rance.
“You think ag’in, Rance. You’re aimin’ to make a fool of yoreself, old-timer. Oh, I can read yuh like a book.”