"Don't ye go 'n talk horses--not yet.
Don't let on like yore interested much.

I'll tell yuh when to take 'em up." The men came riding in from the hayfield, some in wagons, two astride harnessed work-horses, and one long-legged fellow in chaps on a mower, driving a sweaty team that still had life enough to jump sidewise when they spied Bud's pack by the corral.

The stage driver sauntered up and spoke to the men.

Bud went over and began to help unhitch the team from the mower, and the driver eyed him sharply while he grinned his greeting across the backs of the horses.
"Pop says you're looking for work," Dave Truman observed, coming up.
"Well, if you ain't scared of it, I'll stake yuh to a hayfork after dinner.

Where yuh from ?" "Just right now, I'm from the Muleshoe.