"I thought that li'l account was closed," said the district attorney, with the shadow of a sneer that Murray did not catch.
"It won't be closed till Bill Wingo is pushin' up the grass," averred Jack Murray. "This territory ain't big enough for the two of us."
"If you had any sense it would be."
"Meanin'?"
"Meaning that Bill Wingo is a pretty cold proposition for you to handle."
"I'm better than he ever thought of being, and don't you let anybody tell you different. I'll get that —— —— if I have to follow him to hell! Damn his soul! If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am now! If it wasn't for him, I'd be sheriff of this county! If it wasn't for him— Oh, I got a-plenty reasons for putting that Wingo where he belongs."
"Sally Jane, huh?" the district attorney supplied with malice.
"I didn't say anything about Sally Jane."
"I know you didn't. But I got eyes, man. I'll bet you like her still."
"Don't you lose any sleep over who I like."