Mrs. Perkins:
[Having led Taylor Barton and his associates to Latigo Smith's room]
They come sneakin' in here lookin' at the register tryin' to find the room number of Mr. Smith. I tried to tell 'em I got four Smiths.
Latigo:
Well, thank you Mrs. Perkins, uh, we wouldn't wanna' keep you from your work.
Mrs. Perkins:
I suppose the way they come sneakin' in here that you're another one of them gunfighters that these stupid jackass miners keep hirin' around here. I suppose they're gonna' hire you, so that you can shoot some mother's son and then some other mother's son can shoot you.
Taylor Barton:
Martha, for the love of heaven, unhinge your jaw and depart!
Mrs. Perkins:
You see now why I DEMAND my rent in advance every day? Harrumph... Another "Smith." Just more of 'em comin' all the time getting' themselves killed off...
[Mrs. Perkins departs, muttering to herself]
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