"Goin' down to Buckskin," he offered, and then asked, "When's yore cook comin' ?" "Day after to-morrow, if he don't get loaded," replied Tex.
"Who is he ?" "A one-eyed Mexican--Quiensabe Antonio." "I used to know him.

He's a heck of a cook.

Dished up th' grub one season when I was punchin' for th' Tin-Cup up in Montana," replied Frenchy.
"Oh, he kin cook now, all right." replied Waffles.
"That's about all he can cook.

Useter wash his knives in th' coffee pot an' blow on di' tins.

I chased him a mile one night for leavin' sand in th' skillet.