If my remarks don't perculate right smart I'll explain." Mr.Travennes looked down the street again, saw number five added to the line-up, and coughed up chunks of broken profanity, grieving his host by his lack of courtesy.
"Time," announced Mr.Cassidy, interrupting the round.

"I wants them cayuses an' I wants 'em right now.

Yu an' me will amble off an' get 'em.

I won't bore yu with tellin' yu what'll happen if yu gets skittish.
Slope along an' don't be scared; I'm with yu," assured Mr.Cassidy as he looked over at Mr.Connors, whose ascetic soul pined for the flapjacks of which his olfactories caught intermittent whiffs.
"Well, Red, I reckons yu has got plenty of room out here for all yu may corral; anyhow there ain't a whole lot more.

My friend Slim an' I are shore going to have a devil of a time if we can t find them cussed bronchs.