Playing Safe in Piperock and The Buckaroo of Blue Wells

Excerpt: "“‘Magpie,’” says I, “if my corns wasn’t hurting —— out of me I’d have tears in my eyes from such sentiment. I’m all choked up—with alkali.” “You’ve got to admit that she rhymes,” says Magpie Simpkins, spitting out a mouthful of dust and lifting his canteen to his lips. “I done figured ’em all out of my own head, Ike.” “You better leave off taking things out of your own head,” says I. “Fi...