You speak american? he said. Yessir. I do. I thought you looked about halfway sensible. What the hell are you doin out here? What’s wrong with that horse? Well sir, I guess I’m mindin my own business. I reckon I could even say the same about the horse. The man paid no attention. He aint dead is he? No. He aint. He got cut by roadagents. Cut by roadagents? Yessir. You mean they nutted him? No. I mean they stabbed him in the chest with a pigsticker. Whatever in the hell for? You tell me. I dont know. Well I dont either.
