She's a jail bait all set on the trigger. That Curley got his work cut out for him.
Ranch with a bunch of guys on it ain't no place for a girl, specially like her.”
Whit said, “If you got idears, you ought to come in town with us guys tomorra night.”
“Why? What's doin'?” “Jus' the usual thing. We go in to old Susy's place. Hell of a nice place.
Old Susy's a laugh always crackin' jokes. Like she says when we come up on the front porch las' Sat'day night.”
“Susy opens the door and then she yells over her shoulder, ‘Get your coats on, girls, here comes the sheriff.’
She never talks dirty, neither. Got five girls there.
What's it set you back?” George asked. “Two an' a half. You can get a shot for two hits.
Susy got nice chairs to set in, too. If a guy don't want a flop,
“why he can just set in the chairs and have a couple or three shots and pass the time of day and Susy don't give a damn.
She ain't rushin' guys through and kickin' 'em out if they don't want a flop.”
Might go in and look the joint over,” said George. “Sure. Come along.
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