Cimarron Strip1967

Sergeant Bill Disher:
Hey. Hey! What do you think you're doin'?

Francis Wilde:
I think you're a great storyteller, Sergeant, and I think a lot of my readers will be mighty interested in reading about your friend.

Sergeant Bill Disher:
My friend. My friend is not a curiosity to tickle the sweet imaginings of some sweet-smelling corset salesman in a barber chair. You want to write about Little Tom, well, you write about the way Little Tom died. Certainly it was an Apache tommyhawk. Certainly it was a Sioux arrow. Certainly it was a bullet fired over a game of chance or a prairie fire or, at the very least, a kick from a wild white Arabian. Oh no, my little Pekinese, to bring down Tom it took a length of covered wire and a railroad track.