Suddenly the music of duelin' banjo's starts ta play, Trinity and Slim try ta find a place ta hide, but out in the sandhills of Newbrasskey there ain't no tree or rock ta hide behind. Delmonico says, "I ain't worried bout no hillbillies, theyed take a liken' ta Trinity, before me cause I got piles.

"What I be worried about is that guy from Nevady that just passed by. I used ta work third shift and I know all bout those folks from Nevady cause I used ta listen ta Art Bell cause there ain't nothin' else on the radio that time a tha night."

"Slim just so ya gots a place ta hide, why don't you and Trinity dig a hole in the side of that hill, we'll build it inta a dugout, kill to birds at once here." I'll ride up north and get us a ridge pole fer the roof up on the Nyebrara where they be trees. I won't be gone long and I'll just stay in this thread.