As Cyrus in enduring yet another tongue-lashing from his wife, Darlene, proud member of the LAC, he comes up with a brilliant idea. He'll get someone else in trouble. Waiting for his wife to stop for breath, he says, "Hey, Darlene, honey, I know why that Miss Taylor lady isn't speaking out against the saloon any more."
This stops Darlene for a moment. She can nag at Cyrus anytime, but fresh dirt for the rumor mill? "And why is that?"
"Well, now, I've seen her in that saloon a couple of times now, drinking down whiskey as good as any cowhand. And one time, I swear she was right out on the porch for the whole town to see. Right on the porch!"
Darlene thinks this over, "Was she, now? Real whiskey, at the bar?"
Cyrus nods, playing his trump card, "Yes, ma'am. Right at the bar. And the other day, she and Mr. D'aray what owns the saloon? They was seen walking down the road with a picnic basket, as cozy as you please. I reckon that's why she's so quiet about the saloon now."
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