He rings up the sale on his polished brass register, and pays back the trouble of a little banter with some town gossip — where they should go if they're hunting for Mayor Malone; be sure Susan Sanford's the one they speak to about filling their canteens; don't bother with Mr. Coley if they can avoid it, he's just a soured old drunk.
"An' y'watch yourselves on that eastern road if yer travelin' after sundown. Indians come through that way, an' it's full'a lizards t'boot."
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He rings up the sale on his polished brass register, and pays back the trouble of a little banter with some town gossip — where they should go if they're hunting for Mayor Malone; be sure Susan Sanford's the one they speak to about filling their canteens; don't bother with Mr. Coley if they can avoid it, he's just a soured old drunk.
"An' y'watch yourselves on that eastern road if yer travelin' after sundown. Indians come through that way, an' it's full'a lizards t'boot."