 Well, don't you think that's reason enough? A fellow told me a couple of weeks ago he ran into a bunch west of here. He was looking for scalps all right, too. Oh, hey, here comes my skinners. Now we can get outside of some of that stew. Oh, my. Don't you ever feed this man, Marsh. Only when he works, Mercy. Oh, no, Mr. Dillon. Oh, no, Mr. Dillon.