“Didn’t the young lady tell you?” He didn’t look up at the fat man.
He laughed lewdly. “That little squaw’s quite a firecracker…a real wildcat, I bet.” He winked at Arvel.
Arvel’s eyes flashed; the man responded by cowering and averting his eyes. “She’s not a squaw, you fool, and she’s got a name, but you can refer to her as the lady. I see you exhibited better manners around her than you have with me.”
“How…how’s that?” the fat man stuttered his reply.
“Because you’re still alive.” The Mule Tamer