"Lots."
"In the saloon?"
"At the woodpile out back. I was making a li'l doll-house behind it, and he came and lay down beside the woodpile to sleep it off."
Oh, the wisdom of the frontier child.
"Weren't you afraid?" probed Billy.
"Nah. Why, you needn't ever be afraid of a drunk man. They can't hurt you if you keep out of their way. I've seen lots of drunk men, I have, in my time."
Billy was somewhat overwhelmed. "That's fine," he said lamely. "Did you run away when the drunk man came out to the woodpile to sleep it off?"
"Nah. Ain't I said I ain't scared of drunks? I didn't run away. I stayed right there on the other side of the woodpile listening to the drunk man."
"I thought you said he went to sleep."
"He talked in his sleep," patiently explained the amazing Winnie.