Jest goes ta prove Cuzzin Sleep, thet Arcey's reputation, good er bad, iz nationwide!
'n it's all that Choupique fellas fault. I was perfectly happy shootin' bowlin' pins wit my Smiths 'til I run inta him. The boy gets me mixed up in this stuff then he hauls ass 'n leaves me by myself ta argue wit the Board ta get Pungo up 'n runnin'. Spent thousands ah dollars on cowboy guns 'n gear. Spend hours on end in the truck drivin' from shoot to shoot. Meals, motel bills, gas. Skint knuckles from settin' up. Slashed open skin from bounce backs. Havin' ta put up with the likes ah 'Sleep 'n yerownself, cuz. If it weren't fer the Missouri Marshal it'd be hard ta take. Just don't know what all............................
Bob, I thank ya, sir. It's been a hell of a ride. I'm so sorry you couldn't have shot with us at Pungo, at least once, before they squished it. I believe you'd have been mighty proud of what you planted the seed for and what we did with it. We did good.
'Creative' is puttin' it kindly, M'lette. The boy mentioned drivin' 800 miles. He does that ta get 'way from Trailhand, Dig'em 'n me sos he kin act up like 'e does 'way from home. Miz Annie does 'er best but it's a big job. Sometimes we can't hannle it 'n we hafta call sis in. 'E cain't do nuttin' with 'er but say 'yes'um'.
'Sleep. Happy ta hear ya took them courses. Ya ride careful comin' home. Long's it's been since I shot sumthin', I'm gonna need a mentor in a couple weeks...............