I'd rather die right here in my tracks than give up this little ole kid.

And you can take that as it lays, because I mean it." Cash sat quiet for a minute or two, staring down at the floor.

"Yeah.
I guess there's two of us in that fix," he observed in his dry way, lifting his eyebrows while he studied a broken place in the side of his overshoe.

"All the more reason why we should protect the kid, ain't it?
My idea is that we ought to both of us make our wills right here and now.

Each of us to name the other for guardeen, in case of accident, and each one picking a name for the kid, and giving him our share in the claims and anything else we may happen to own." He stopped abruptly, his jaw sagging a little at some unpleasant thought.
"I don't know--come to think of it, I can't just leave the kid all my property.