Well, they didn't do a thing last night but knock a deputy in the head, annex his gun, swipe a Winchester and a box uh shells out uh the office and hit the high places.

Old Lauman is hot on their trail, but he ain't met up with 'em yet, that anybody's heard.

When he does, there'll sure be something doing! They say the deputy's about all in; they smashed his skull with a big iron poker." "I wish I could handle a gun," Thurston said between his teeth.

"I'd go after them myself.

I wish I'd been left to grow up out here where I belong.