I usually go under the road brand o' Curly, though." He took his seat on a stool near the store box, was sworn, with his hat on, and the prosecuting attorney began the examination.
"What is your name ?" "Why, Curly." "What is your occupation ?" "What ?" "How do you make your living ?" "Punchin' cows.

Not that I 'low it's any o' yore d----d business." "Where do you reside ?" "Where do I live ?" "Yes." "Well, now, I don't know.

My folks lives on the Brazos, an' I've been drivin' two years.

Now I taken up a claim on the Smoky, out here.

I 'low I'll go North right soon, to Wyoming maybe." "How old are you ?" "Oh, I don't know; but I 'low about twenty-four or twenty-five, along in there." "Where were you last Wednesday ?" "What ?" "Were you one of the _posse_ sent out to search for Cal Greathouse ?" "Yep; me and Cap Franklin, there." "Who else ?" "Why, Juan, there, him.