“And the doughnuts the old lady keeps in that crock on the kitchen table is worth a day’s ride to git to.” The Major closed an eye and with the other looked quizzically at Teeters, adding, “If it wa'nt for Starlight—”
“Starlight is shore some Injun,” replied the cowboy, grinning understandingly.
“Now what for an outfit’s that?”
The moving cloud of dust which the Major had forgotten in his keen interest in the conversation was almost upon them. “A band of woolies, a pack burro, one feller walkin’, and another ridin’.”
The cowboy’s eyes were unfriendly, though he made no comment as they waited.
“Howdy!” called the Major genially as, with a nod, the herder would have passed without speaking.
The stranger responded briefly, but stopped.
“Come fur?” inquired the Major sociably.
“Utah.”
“Goin’ fur?”