Chuck halted and scanned the far end of the valley.
“Can’t see a thing. Maybe you’re going daffy.”
“I’m not daffy,” retorted Slim sharply. “Just stand still a minute. The fellow’s coming in from the right and he’s leading another horse.”
Chuck shaded his eyes and peered intently in the direction Slim had indicated.
“You’re right. What now?”
“Let’s drop back in the timber along the trail and wait for him to come up where we can get a good look.”
They found shelter in a tangle of brush that had grown up around a fallen tree. Slim pulled his rifle from the scabbard and threw open the magazine. The weapon was ready for action.
“Not taking any chances?” Chuck asked.
“Nary a chance. I took one last night and lost Lightning.”
The rider advanced rapidly but the sun blazed in the eyes of the cowboys and they found it difficult to see clearly.