"
"What do I git out of it?"
"Why, the horse. Blake'll give you a hundred for that cayuse, if I am
any judge of a good animal."
"He'll give me fifty, mebby. Blake ain't payin' too much for any
hosses that I fetch in."
"Then I'll give you the other fifty and settle with Blake later."
"That goes, Spider."
The Spider and Malvey stepped out as Pete had it out with Blue Smoke in
front of the saloon.
"We're ridin'," said Malvey, as Pete spurred his pony to the rail.
Pete leaned forward and offered his hand to The Spider. "I'll make
this right with you," said Pete.
"Forget it," said The Spider.
Showdown dozed in the desert heat. The street was deserted. The
Mexican who helped about the saloon was asleep in the patio. The
Spider opened a new pack of cards, shuffled them, and began a game of
solitaire. Occasionally he glanced out into the glare, blinking and
muttering to himself. Malvey and Pete had been gone about an hour when
a lean dog that had lain across from the hitching-rail, rose, shook
himself, and turned to gaze up the street. The Spider called to the
man in the patio.
Pages:
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255