"That don't make me mad," said Bud. "How's things over to your town?"
"All right, I guess. Mr. Torrance—"
Bud waved his hand. "Let's eat. Been out since daylight. Them biscuits is just right. Help yourself to the honey."
"There's somebody outside," said Lorry, his arm raised to pass the honey jar.
"That's my dog, Bondsman. He had to size up your layout, and he's through and waitin' to size up you. Reckon he's hungry, too. But business before pleasure is his idea mostly. He's tellin' me to let him in. That there dog bosses me around somethin' scandalous. When did you get in?"
"About sundown."
"Uh-uh. I seen that your horse hadn't grazed out far yet. How do you like this country?"
"Good summer country, all right. Too high for stock in winter."
"Yes. Four feet of snow on the mesa last winter. When you say 'Arizona' to some folks, they don't think of snow so deep a hoss can't get from the woods over there to this cabin." Bud Shoop sighed and rose. "Never mind them dishes. Mornin' 'll do."
"Won't take a minute," said Lorry.