Husband's a cattleman.

Got a range on the Cowskin, south o' here, but I reckon the missus don't like that sorter thing much.

Lives in St.Louis mostly, but has been stoppin' with the McDonalds fer a month er two now.

Heerd she wus a niece o' the Major's, an' reckon she must be, er thar 'd been a flare up long ago.
She 's a high flyer, she is, an' she 's got the Leftenant goin' all right." "Gaskins ?" "Sure; he's a lady-killer, but thet 's 'bout all the kind o' killer he is, fer as I ever noticed--one o' yer he-flirts.

Thar ain't hardly an officer in this garrison thet ain't just achin' fer ter kick that squirt, but ther women--oh, Lord; they think he's a little tin god on wheels.