text:  And I got Jim. Hey, peddler, get up here and take the reins. All right. I'm coming. I told them they ought to send a squad of troopers with this shipment. What do we care if you gain us this attention? Rolling out my laces and knives. Money. Fifteen thousand in greenbacks to pay for Army beef. Fifteen thousand? Where's that week? Come on, get up there. Get up there. I like trying to shoot.