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While cruel, treacherous, and a
killer, The Spider had nothing small or mean about him. And subtle to
a degree, he hated the blunt-spoken, blustering Malvey, but for reasons
unadvertised, called him friend.
"Have a drink?"
"Thanks." And Pete poured himself a noticeably small quantity.
"This is Malvey--Bull Malvey," said The Spider, hesitating for Pete to
name himself.
"Pete's my name. I left the rest of it to home."
Malvey laughed. "That goes. How's things over to the Concho?"
"I ain't been there since yesterday."
The Spider blinked, which was a sign that he was pleased. He never
laughed.
Malvey winked at The Spider. "You ain't ridin' back that way to-day,
mebby? I'd like to send word--"
Pete shook his head. "Nope. I aim to stay right here a spell."
"If you're intendin' to _keep_ that horse out there, perhaps you'd like
to feed him." And The Spider indicated the direction of the corral
with a twist of the head.
"Which is correct," said Pete.
"Help yourself," said The Spider.
"I get you," said Pete significantly; and he turned and strode out.


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