The man surveyed Rick and Scotty briefly. "Don't mind Jimmy. He was probably rude, and I'm sorry for it. But this is private property and I can't allow you to tie up here." He motioned to the high board fence along the front of the hotel. The fence ran down to the edge of the creek. "Anywhere this side of the fence is private."
Rick nodded. "It didn't use to be. That's why we tied up here. I'm sorry, Mr...."
"Kelso. I rented the place a few weeks ago. Haven't had time to get signs up yet."
"We'll shove off right away, Mr. Kelso. Sorry we intruded."
"Okay."
Rick started the engine, threw the launch into reverse, and backed out.
Scotty sat down beside him. "How about that?"
"Funny," Rick said. "Didn't Cap'n Mike say a family named Kelso had taken the hotel because their little boy was sick and needed fresh air?"
"That's what he said," Scotty affirmed. "Do you suppose that was the sick little boy?"
"If he's sick," Rick said grimly, "it's trigger fever. I think he'd like to take a shot at someone."