Dont know nothin about no Colorader guy. As fer you in Bland River, I aint testin you. Yer a coddle brain mommys boy, a manjer de pork, a flatlander with flat fleet who couldnt cook a beaver tail er skin old Ephraim if ya had to. Yer a pudden faced pail of thin milk that aint brave enuf ta leave home lessen its with tar an fethers on. As fer that McBride stuff, the only one of them I ever knew stunk so bad we gave him in to a hot bath in Colter's Hell an watched the grease rise to the top, kinda like buffler chips in a stagnent pond.