"They don't pass it," the Ramblin' Kid interrupted laconically; "when
females get too old to want to be made love to they die--"

"I'd like to know where in hell a juvenile like you got your education
about women!" Bert insisted to the Ramblin' Kid.

"I ain't got none--I'm just guessing I told you," the other replied,
"but it's the truth, anyhow."

"Well, if I've got to make love to the young one Old Heck or Parker or
somebody's got to do it for the other one," Skinny declared positively.

"Ophelia don't need it," Old Heck said hastily, "she's a widow and has
done been--"

"Widows are th' worst," the Ramblin' Kid drawled; "they've had
experience an' don't like to give it up."

"Th' Ramblin' Kid's right," Chuck broke in. "I read a book once that
said that's the way they are. It's up to Old Heck or Parker to represent
Cupid to the widow--"

"Who the hell's Cupid?" Skinny asked curiously.

"He's a dangerous little outlaw that ain't got no reg'lar range," the
Ramblin' Kid answered for Chuck.

"I'll not do it--" Old Heck and Parker spoke at once.