I tell yah, Jed, those Challow fellers are old as sin, and twice as evil. Did you hear about ol' Walter kicking the bucket at last? The Devil probably got tarred of allowing him to go on leasing his soul after he bought it no-telling-how-many-ages-ago. Yep, the ol' feller finally died, Satan take him. But we're not rid of those Challows yet. Seems some young'un ... Al'ster or something like that, reet from New Yerk City!. Some fancy-shmancy city slicker name. Ain't even a Challow, you know. That ice queen prune of a sister that ol' Walter had, you remember, the one who moved to New York, he's her son. Last name Winthrop or something sissy like that. I tell yah, Jed, just when we thought we were rid of those ornery old coots, they have to send us a young 'un! He's already taken ownership of the mining company. I heard it was on account of his mama leaving town so many years ago and makin' Walter awful mad. Gave it to her boy, probably to let him ruin it with all his parties and all that fancy toilet water those city folk wear. Heck, you couldn't pay fifteen dollars to put on what floats in my outhouse! Anyway, if his rotting uncle is any indicashun, that boy'll be around for a few good hunnerd years, so we may as well get used to him ... Don't mean we have to like him, though.
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