"Saunders—and six gents got hurt pretty bad."
"Whew! Our boys were lucky."
"It was nothin' but luck that they ain't all back there now—on the sand. You see, the Gophertown outfit are all what you'd call good with a gun, but it was kind of a surprise, the spreadin' of the thing from Red's little private deal to a six-hand game. We sure was lucky."
"And Collie?"
Williams shook his head. "I don't know. We thought he had crossed over. Seems he took a new holt. The doc and Winthrop brung him to Los in the automobile. He's at the hospital. But they say he don't pick up any since he come there."
"All right, Brand. I think that is all."
"How about my name goin' back on the books?" asked Williams.
"It hasn't been off the books. You know, Louise attends to the time-sheet."
Williams nodded. "I expect Miguel and Parson Long will be sniffin' around lookin' for a job before long. They agreed to stay with Red till he got on his feet again. But they told him they would go just as soon as he was all right, for you couldn't run your ranch without 'em."
Walter Stone smiled broadly. "You're foreman, Brand."