Mebby we kin jest natcherlay stampede 'em--but we've sure got t' git through In' git under cover mighty dang suddent, er they'll come to theirselves an' wipe us clean off'n the map--if they's enough of 'em.

These here that's comin' along after us, they'll help t' swell the party, oncet they git here.

I calc'late they figger 't we're runnin' head-on into a mess uh trouble, 'n' they don't want t' colleck any stray bullets--'n' that's why they've dropped back in the last half mile er so.

Haze them pack bosses up this way, Pink, so'st they won't git caught up 'fore they git t' what the rest air.

Best use yore six-guns fer this, boys--that'll leave ye one hand t' guide yore bosses with, and they're handier all around in close--work.