"Fife, I want a city council of responsible men," Felton said. "Will you join us?"
"It ain't fitten, son. I want to stand clear to call names and tell you when you're wrong. But if you're right, I will say that, too."
He studied the type through his steel-rimmed glasses, then looked at Felton over them. There's a mighty lot about grammar that I don't know, and a lot of book learnin' I'll never have, but I know what I figure to be honest, and I'll say it."
(from The Empty Land, by Louis L'Amour)
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