Let me put that feller's guitar over here behind the bar.He looks a hard case don't he? I heard of a Pittis, or Pettit it may be, that done a killing of a constable back in Ohia and come out here on the lamb. Hope it ain't him... but I reckon it don't really matter if it is. Man's a man in my book until he does me a wrong, and they say the West's for starting anew.

Now, Dave, it be 50 cents for a bed and dinner. It's a good un with elk and potatoes and cheese. But if you're short, I can let you have a buffaler blanket in the corner, and a hunk of bread and cheese for a dime. And if ye can play and sing, I'll keep the ale coming. I don't know anything about pearls. My dear Mother had some, but other than those, these are the only ones I've ever seen. They might be something in tradegoods with the Indians- or Mudcat Spiegel might make a fair trade when he returns.

I have met a few sailor fellers out here in the Missouri, but most was freshwater seaman off the tradeboats from St Louis.You might make a trapper, but not right around here. This basin's been trapped out for years, tho the Shoshone still take some beaver. You best sign up with a master trapper for shares and keep, and head northwest to the Wind River Country. They'll be many here come spring, and some'll need partners.

Hey, Elbert! Play our sailor friend here an Irish song if ye know one, and a lively.

I'll tell my Ma, when I get home
The boys won't leave the girls alone...