Burros is extinct." "Burros ain't any extincter than what you'll be when I git through with yuh," gritted Casey savagely, shutting off the gas.

"Bill Masters can like it or not--I'm goin' to lick the livin' tar outa you here an' now.
When I'm through with yuh, if you're able to wiggle the wheel, yuh can take your load uh hootch an' go tahell! I'll hoof it down here to the next station on the railroad an' ketch a ride back to L.A." Kenner laughed.

"An' what would I be doin', you poor nut?
Set here meek till yuh tell me to git out an' take a lickin'?
Yuh feel that gun proddin' yuh in the ribs, don't yuh?
I can't help wonderin' how your wife would feel towards you if you was found with a hole drilled through your middle, an' a carload uh booze.

That'd jar the faith of the most believin' woman on earth.

You take this cut-off road up here an' drive till I tell yuh t' stop.