“Yep. Followed her man. A heap of people moved from Cheyenne to Benton, by way of Laramie.”
“She is married, then?”
“Far as I know. Anyway, she’s not single, by a long shot.” And he laughed. “But, Lord, that cuts no great figger. People here don’t stand on ceremony in those matters. Everything’s aboveboard. Hands on the table until time to draw—then draw quick.”
His language was a little too bluff for me.
“Her husband is in business, no doubt?”
“Business?” He stared unblinking. “I see.” He laid a finger alongside his nose, and winked wisely. “You bet yuh! And good business. Yes, siree. Are you on?”
“Am I on?” I repeated. “On what? The train?”
“Oh, on your way.”
“Do you see any green in my eye, friend?” he demanded.