“Uh railami. Didn’t yuh ever hear of one?”
“Oh, yes. I used to raise ’em.”
“You did not!” squeaks Scenery “There’s only one specimen left on earth today. Sabe?”
“Meaning you, I reckon, Scenery,” says I. “You’re the only specimen I ever seen that might fit that cognomen.”
“No, not me!” snaps Scenery. “If yuh don’t know and recognize one when yuh see it, maybe you’ll wish yuh did.”
There ain’t much left to say, except unpleasant things, so they says “Klahowya” and departs.
“Railami,” says Magpie, after they’re gone. “Never heard the name before. The way Scenery pronounces it makes it sound like uh hare-lipped Piegan with hay fever trying to make uh noise like uh blowsnake.”
“It can’t be uh serious condition,” I replies. “It sure can’t amount to much if Scenery and Dirty Shirt knows what it is, so I ain’t worrying about it none, Magpie.”
The next day bringeth forth “Half Mile” Smith and “Tellurium” Woods. They rides in and partakes of bacon and beans.
“What you fellers doing up this way?” asks Magpie. “Seems like me and Ike is being honored lately. Scenery and Dirty Shirt was up to see us yesterday.”