dyed-haired

Updated: May 18, 2025

An' y' saw us pass did y'? An' y'r frowsy dyed-haired slattern wife told us y' were away? An' 't will be a week y' fought 'em when y' tell it again; an' y' been huntin' them seven weeks lyin' sodden drunk in y'r tent wi' a whiskey keg from th' cellar o' y'r white-vested friend? Hoh?" He caught the flabby body by the collar, spinning the dignity of the law round face down prone upon the log.

Agnes C. (Agnes Christina) Laut - The Freebooters of the Wilderness