Playing Safe in Piperock and The Buckaroo of Blue Wells e-bog

Excerpt: "e;"e;'Magpie,'"e; says I, "e;if my corns wasn't hurting -- out of me I'd have tears in my eyes from such sentiment. I'm all choked up-with alkali."e; "e;You've got to admit that she rhymes,"e; says Magpie Simpkins, spitting out a mouthful of dust and lifting his canteen to his lips. "e;I done figured 'em all out of my own head, Ike."e; "e;You better leave off taking things out of your own head,"e; says I. "e;First thing you know, old-timer, you'll be taking out what prompts you to chaw your grub, and I'll have to feed you with a stummick-pump."e; Then we pokes off the mountain and hits the trail toward Piperock. For you who ain't never heard of Piperock, I'll say this much: Piperock was the place the feller was thinking about when he wrote "e;Let sleeping dogs lie."e; Piperock looks like a siesta settlement, but she sure is deceiving. Few folks ever get killed in the town. The good old village usually invigorates 'em to a mile-a-minute clip, and we makes it a point never to shoot anybody in the back."e;