pajammers

Updated: June 5, 2025

I got your union suit out'n the top of a pine tree. You've no more pants than a rabbit, feller. Everything went when the guy-ropes busted I warned you to sleep in your clothes." "But what'll I do?" Sprudell quavered. "Nothin'." His tone was as dry as punk. "You kin jest as well die in them pink pajammers as anything else." "Huh?" excitedly. The mound began to heave. "I say we're in for it.

Caroline Lockhart - The Man from the Bitter Roots