We all pilgrims back to the road, and Chuck leads us to the busted bunch uh slats. On one side it says—
DO NOT TEASE.
On the other side, in letters uh foot high, it says—
MAGPIE SIMPKINS
PIPEROCK
MONTANA
We reads it over several times, and then Magpie steps back, cocks his yaller hat over one eye, sticks his thumbs in his belt and snorts—
“That is Cassie!”
“Make it Caspar,” says I. “It’s uh male cassowary, Magpie.”
“Huh!” snorts Chuck. “You wise guys knowed all the time what it was, didn’t yuh? What yuh going to do with the thing? What in —— is it anyway?”