((( OLD SAYING = bhy = ))) but this time slowly , with deliberation , like the tolling of a funeral bell = may you rest in peace = the men separated , tense as cats , were on the prowl = keep your shirt on =my pappy said it never hurts to always let one go = a real smart man or smart woman never plays chances = what's wrong with that polecat = his eyes became the eyes of a rabid pig = i always like to know just where i stand = i gotta nursemaid little chidren = that's what i get for being a ole broke down invalid = when he  or she finds an unlocked door , he or she walks in = his very transquillity gave john a chill = mike , this drink is on the house = we'll cross that bridge , when we come to it = i don't know what's got your dander up = so don't go puffing out your wattles = don't let them feed you into the sauage grinder just to upset me = peter noted wryly , was scarcer than hen's teeth = you ain't out oy yore diapers yet = by = pastor henry george sask 

 (( Another = short = story = )) about = renegade name = windy jones = when i was a child in baxter springs , there was a feebleminded renegade named windy jones who used to come into town from the indian territory , throwing his weight around , scaring the wits out of decent , harmless people with his loud , vicious bluster = one day he tried to take a new fowling piece away from a greenhorn teacher , and the teacher just snapped the double triggers and shot him . but that's not the point of the story = the point of the story is the funeral = folks came from three counties = cautiously , why = they gave windy jones a double funeral = they buried him in two sections , in a coffin , and in a cigarbox = sam was listen = to = this story = and = asked = what did they put in the cigarbox = why , they put windy jones in the cigarbox , and he fitted it fine = sam = asked = again = what did they put into the coffin = his dear departed bluster = said = the =  preacher = by = pastor henry george sask =