Cash could do it; why couldn't be?
He raised his head and looked over at Lovin Child, asleep in his new and rumpled little finery.

Why did his own baby come between them now, and withhold his hand from doing the same?
Cash finished, glanced curiously across at Bud, looked down at what he had written, and slid the sheet of paper across.
"You sign it, and then if you don't know just how to word yours, you can use this for a pattern.

I've read law books enough to know this will get by, all right.

It's plain, and it tells what I want, and that's sufficient to hold in court." Bud read it over apathetically, signed his name as witness, and pushed the paper back.
"That's all right for you," he said heavily.

"Your kid is grown up now, and besides, you've got other property to give her.