You’re the buryingest
son of a bitch I ever did see!
SEVEN DAYS TO YUMA
“It sure is hot . . . you don’t mind if I take me a li’l ol’ swim in the river, do you, big feller?”
She addressed Gideon, but the retort froze in his throat as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and started to push them down. The convicts groaned wildly.
“Hey, wait a minute now!” Gideon started forward.
Everyone’s attention was focused on the half-naked woman now — as it was supposed to be. Then the raiders struck, coming out of the brush on one side of the group and rising above more bushes on the far side of the Colorado River. Their rifles cracked and the guards were the first ones cut down.