“Pop says ever since Injun Pete was killed, they’s folks might shoot Smoke.”
Axel’s pipe didn’t draw well. The pine splinter which he thrust in the stove occupied his entire attention.
“Pop says they won’t, if he sees ’em fust.”
“Reckon that’s right,” said Barney noncommittally.
“The sheriff was up to see Pop and Dave.”
“So?”
“Yip. And Jim Cameron come, too.”
“Ain’t su’prised at that.”
“Smoke he didn’t growl at them.”
“That dog knows his business,” replied Barney.