"You want to live you better hightail it. They been waiting for you."
I shoved my hat back on my head and grinned at him. "Thanks, mister, but that sure wouldn't be neighborly of me, would it? Folks wait for me shouldn't miss their appointment. I reckon I'll go see what they have to say."
"They'll say it with lead." He glowered at me, but I could see he was friendly.
"Then I guess I can speak their language," I said. "Was a time I was a pretty fluent conversationalist in that language. Maybe I still am."
("We Shaped the Land With Our Guns," by Louis L'Amour)
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