I'll bet they're making medicine right now, trying to appease the Bird's wrath.

And say, listen here, Bland.

If they do come at us, all we've got to do is start up and buzz at 'em.

There ain't an Injun on earth could face that." Bland lifted a pasty face from his work.

"Fat chance," he lamented.
"You'd oughta brought your gun.