Don’t you never make no friends?”
“Only with saps!”
I did what I could with water and adhesive tape to reclaim my face, but the result was a long way from beauty. Milk River sat on the bed and grinned and watched me.
“How does a fellow go about winning a fight he gets the worst of?” he inquired.
“It’s a gift,” was the only answer I could think up.
“You’re a lot gifted. That Chick give you more gifts than a Christmas tree could hold.”