“I’m just about starved,” grinned Slim, as one mouthful of food followed another. “Haven’t had a thing since yesterday morning.”
“Can fix more hash,” grinned Lee Wu.
“No thanks. This will fill me up. Say, Wu, you’re a real cook. I never tasted better hash.”
“Not bad, not bad,” chuckled Wu. “Like that myself.” He sat down opposite Slim and took a generous helping of his own hash.
“Catch bushwhacker?” he asked.
Slim looked up gloomily. “No, Wu. I was almost up with him when the rain started and the trail was washed out. Better luck the next time.”
“Tough place. Plenty boys come and work here while and then drift on. Afraid of getting bullet in back. No one bother Wu though.”
“Why not?”
The cook disappeared in the kitchen to return with a double barreled sawed-off shotgun.
“Fill ’em up with nails,” he chuckled. “Hit someone and phooey!”