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"Pretty Eyes, thet's a lie An' you know it's a lie You wore thet white

dress to knock the daylights out of h

to say so Even me or my kind! Even us, who're dirt under your little

feet But all the same we're men, an' mebbe better men than you think

If you had to put that dress on, why didn't you stay in your room? Naw,

you had to come down an' strut around an' show off your beauty An' I

ask you--if you're a nice girl like Flo Hutter--what'd you wear it fer?"

Carley not only was ular shame

and surprise

"I'm only a sheep dipper," went on Ruff, "but I ain't no fool A fellar

doesn't have to live East an' wear swell clothes to have sense Mebbe

you'll learn thet the West is bigger'n you think A man's a man East or

West But if your Eastern men stand for such dresses as thet white

one they'd do well to come out West awhile, like your lover, Glenn

Kilbourne I've been rustlin' round here ten years, an' I never before

seen a dress like yours--an' I never heerd of a girl bein' insulted,

either Mebbe you think I insulted you Wal, I didn't Fer I reckon

nothin' could insult you in thet dress An' my last hunch is this,

Pretty Eyes You're not what a hoame Adios"