The lawyer says ez how we ain't got no legal proof, an' I reckon it's so.

But I 'm damned if I don't git some.

Thar ain't a minin' engineer in San Juan that 'll come up yere fer us.

Them fellers hes got 'em all on the hip; but I reckon, if we hunt long 'nough, we kin find some feller in Colorado with nerve 'nough to tackle this yere job, an' I 'm a-goin' out gunnin' for jist that man." He got to his feet, his obstinate old eyes wandering across the gully, and the younger man watched him with slow curiosity.
"How f-f-far you g-g-going, Bill ?" he burst forth stutteringly.
"Denver, if I need to," was the elder's resolute, response.

"I 'll tell ye what I 'm a-goin' ter do, Stutter.