 The stove's red hot. Well, at least my feet's warm for the first time in two days. Yeah. Eh, maybe I'll rub my boots with tallow. The leather ought to soak it up real good, being so hot that way. Evening, Matt. Oh, hello, Kitty. Come on in. Oh, it's cold out tonight. Yeah, well, come over here and stand by the stove and burn with a chest. Oh, no. I can't stay, Matt. I got to get back to the Long Branch. Yeah, big crowd tonight? Yeah, but quiet one.