“Never heard of it.”
“Got—'Whur the Silver Colorady Wends its Way'?”
The clerk replied in the negative.
“Why don’t you git some good music?”
“Why aren’t you at the show?”
“Too contrary, I reckon. When I’m out in the hills I’m a hankerin’ to see somebody. When I git in town I want to git away from everybody. I’m goin’ out to-morrow.”
“Where you going?”
“Hired out to Mormon Joe this evenin’.”
The stranger stirred slightly.
“I’ll look around a little—I don’t want nothin’,” said Bowers.