Rock registered a mental note to cache Martin’s saddle, bridle, and spurs as soon as he got home.
“I bet you gave him plenty to boot,” the boy said anxiously. “You always were lucky. He musta been broke an’ needed the mazuma.”
“I expect he was,” Rock agreed.
Again the girl’s lips parted to speak, and again the boy interrupted. Rock out of one corner of his eye detected a shade of annoyance cross her alluring face. He wondered.
“How’s Nona an’ the kid?”
“Fine,” Rock informed him. “I left her riding down to Vieux’s after that dark-complected nurse girl.”
“Are you going back home to-night?” the girl asked abruptly.
“I’d tell a man,” Rock said. “As soon as I do business with the chuck pile, I’m riding. I’m supposed to be back by three, and I’ll certainly have to burn the earth to make it.”
“You won’t lose your job if you don’t.”