"But while Pinon Bill never turns his talents to American, them
liberties he takes with Greasers gives him a heap of bad repoote, as
a mighty ornery an' oneasy person; an' most of us sorter keeps tab
on him whenever he favors Wolfville with his presence.
"'This time he collides with Jack Moore, an' so to speak, leaves the
drinks on Jack, he's been trackin' 'round camp mebby it's six weeks.
"'Likewise thar's an old longhorn they calls the 'Major'; he's been
hangin' about for even longer yet. Don't go to figgerin' on no
hostilities between this Pinon Bill an' the Major, for their trails
never does cross once. Another thing' Pinon Bill ain't nacheraliy
hostile neither; ain't what you-all calls trailin' trouble; whereas
the Major's also a heap too drunk to give way to war, bein' tanked
that a-way continuous.
"Which I don't reckon thar's the slightest doubt but the Major's a
bigger sot than Old Monte, though the same is in dispoote; Cherokee
Hall an' Boggs a-holdin' he is; an' Doc Peets an' Tutt playin' the
other end; Enright an' Jack Moore, ondecided.
"Peets confides in me of an' concernin' the Major that thar's a
time--an' no further up the trail than five years--when the Major is
shore-'nough a Major; bein' quartermaster or some sech bluff in the
army.
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