Slim drew them on gratefully, wiggled his toes in comfort, and then slid his feet into his boots.
“Now I’m ready for action,” he said, standing up.
“Where you heading?” asked Chuck.
“Down the Sky High trail,” replied Slim, who in spite of his liking for his new-found companion was cautious not to give away any essential information.
“That’s fine. I’m heading the same way. Since we’re both going to hoof it from now on, we might as well throw in together.”
“Suits me,” agreed Slim. “If those boys who took a little target practice at you should show up again they may be surprised to find they’ve got two instead of one to fight.”
Chuck surveyed the heavy gun and the well worn holster at Slim’s side. He whistled softly.
“I’ve got a hunch that in a pinch you’d be right handy with that six gun.”
“I can make it speak a piece,” admitted Slim. “What about your saddle?”
“It’s just on the other side of the trail. I’ll pick it up when we start down.”