It must not be jeopardised.

We-all don't want to incur no resks by abandonin' ourse'fs to real shore-enough law.

It would debauch us: we'd get plumb locoed an' take to racin' wild an' cimarron up an' down the range, an' no gent could foresee results.
It's better than even money, that with the advent of a law sharp into our midst, historians of this hamlet would begin their last chapter.
They would head her: "Wolfville's Last Days." "'It's twenty years ago,' goes on Enright, 'while I'm that season in Texas, that a sharp packs his blankets into Yellow City an' puts it up he'll practice some law.

No; he ain't wanted, but he never does give no gent a chance to say so.

He comes trackin' in onannounced, an' the first we-all saveys, thar's his sign a-swingin', an' ashoorin' the sports of Yellow City of the presence of AARON GREEN, ESQ.