quim-a-do

Updated: May 18, 2025

"Saw him straddling a broncho at Maricopa Wells last week. He knows how." Somewhere within the ranch a triangle began to jangle. "Quim-a-do!" shrilled little Pete, and three or four lazy, drowsing forms began slowly to get to their feet and to shuffle away toward the doorless aperture in the adobe wall, the entrance to the dining-room of the stage and ranch people.

Charles King - A Wounded Name