done being a saloonist , only thing she 'd ever loved , never pour a shot of rotgut in that dog hole again , never taste whiskey , feel the sting of tobacco smoke inflating her lungs , never spread mustard with the rich , never exchange corral dust with the miners , never tell another bugged-up , bandbox , mail-order cowboy he were n't shit and to take his ready-mades and get the f**k out , never scheme with another picaro .