"I've never seen one myself.

They've got one that--what would you call Big Medicine, if you wanted to name him quick and easy, Andy ?" Andy frowned.

"What I'd call him had best not be named in this God-fearing little hamlet," he responded gloomily.

"I sure would never name him in the day I talked about cow-punchers that's ever dug sand outa their eyes on trail-herd." The Native Son, still with the velvet-eyed look of pity, turned to Luck.
"Andy's right," he sighed.

"They've got one that takes spells of talking deliriously about when he punched cows in Coconino County; but I guess there's nothing to it." "You say you was told that the Flying U outfit has got some real ones ?" Andy eyed Luck curiously and with some of the Native Son's pity.