…."Them la-di-da folks with the gal in the titty-tight dress? The woman with the pearls?.....
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"Why, in '64—Mike and I rode with six others out of Santa Fe. Hit a mule train outa Vegas, was ...."
"Looky here, " Mike motioned Wooly to button his lip. "Ain't that the wagon belonging to them McCutcheon folks ate with us at Wootton's this morning?"
"Them la-di-da folks with the gal in the titty-tight dress? The woman with the pearls? When we met them butter wouldn't melt in her fancy-pants mouth," Wooly spat.
"Yeah. High-and-mighty hag."
"Her man's a fool in more ways than one. Out here by hisself." Wooly dragged on the jug, then passed it to Mike.
"Heard him tell the blacksmith they threw a tire coming down the pass. Wanted to let his missus rest before they catch up to their party."
"Bet there's more than them pearls," Wooly smiled at Mike.
"Hell, why not? Beats waiting on Garcia."
"You're not gonna kill them?" said Badger.
"Hell, no. Just get the jewelry. What can they do? They've got a fool, a boy and two women—one just a baby. They won't try anything."