Jonas turns his head and spits, hits the spitoon and mutters, "Bingo," which he says everytime he spits and makes it. "Yessir, the Marshall's sweepin' this town clean. Starting with the drunks and floozies and probably endin' with those cowboys...bingo."
Scratchin' the back of his neck, Jonas gives you a winkin' eye. "Course, now I don't have a problem with Decker, or Lootah, or whatever the hell he calls himself. He's colorful. Life's got to be colorful, or it'd be downright depressin'...bingo. So anyway, Marshall Tucker hauled him out of that harlot's tent, after men from the Double M pointed him out as a cheater and a thief, sayin' all sorts of stuff," hands wave about, "... of him owin' them money, which I don't doubt for a second, cuz the man's got a hole in his pocket and a bottomless stomach. Bingo."
"So now he's in jail... Marshall's trying to dry him out. Funny thing though, he seems to have alcohol growing out of his hair. Heard gettin' him sober is one thing, keepin' him sober is another. Bingo."
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