I got tergether some cows, herded down river a ways, out o' sight in the bluffs, but hev hed ter keep mighty quiet ter save my hair.

Them Cheyennes are sure pisen this year, an' raisin' Cain.

I never see 'em so rambunctious afore.

But I hung on yere, hidin' out, cause I didn't hev nowhar else ter go.

An' yisterday, just ahead o' the blizzard, a Kiowa buck drifted in yere.
Slipped down the bluff, an' caught me 'fore ever I saw him.