"I knew I'd never have to pay it. Some day, when all my different enterprises pan out, I'll have money, but now I haven't got any."
"How about that bribe in the Jacksboro range case last fall? Why, they must have paid you all of three or four thousand dollars."
The district attorney shook his head. "No, only twenty-five hundred, and two thousand of that went for some insurance I had to pay in January."
"Two thousand dollars for insurance!"
"That's what I said."
"You're lying. Whoever heard of two thousand dollars for insurance?"
"Oh, I wasn't the only one. Rafe had to pay the same. And Tip a thousand. Oh, never mind trying to understand it. It's too long a story now."
"I guess it is. I ain't carin' much about listening to any such stories, anyway. I didn't ride alla way north from Dorothy just for that. I want the money for that note."
"I haven't it, and you could have gotten that information by writing for it. You didn't have to take the trip. You——"
"The money ain't all I come for. I want to settle my li'l account with Bill Wingo."