The Unknown Ranger1936

Bob:
You know, I imagine there's gonna be a big reward for whoever brings in those rustlers. I sure could use half of it if I knew who I could give the other half to.

Chuckler:
Well, I ain't holdin' much dinero myself and it's kinda hot poundin' leather this time of year...

Bob:
To say nothin' about dodgin' bullets, heh?

Chuckler:
I don't have to dodge bullets. I'm so tough I just catches 'em in my teeth and masticates them into tin foil!

Bob:
Boy, I should sure use you for a partner, but seein' how you ain't of a mind to go along, I guess I'll have to play a lone hand.

Chuckler:
Well say, gol-darned your pink-skinned hide, you can't do that! It takes a maverick with whiskers on his chin and hair on his chest to deal with them varmints - and I'm that maverick with curly horns thrown in for good measure!