Ebbie--you remind me of ending of some old western--


"What are you gonna do now, Tex?"

"I got me a farm out in Oregon. I reckon I'll head out there."

"You wouldn't mind havin' a leetle company? Least as far as the Columbia River."

"Do what you want, pilgrim, but if'n you fall off that dag blasted horse of yorn, don't expect me to stop for ya."

"I don't expect no help. Not from an ornery old coot like you."

"Well it takes one to know one, I reckon!"



And it does sound good--