“Hold it right there. You men from the bank?”
“You Wash’s boy?”
“Yessir and Daddy told me I’m to shoot whoever’s from the bank.”
“Well, we ain’t from the bank young feller.”
“Yessir, I’m also s’posed to shoot folks serving papers.”
“We ain’t got no papers neither.”
“I nicked the census man.”
“Now there’s a good boy.”
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Hogwallop.