"He'd get Chance. I'm going to run some cattle over that way soon. Then you'll have company. You needn't be scared."
"Cattle is some comp'ny at that. Say, have I got to ride that there bronc Bud jest went down the street on?"
"As soon as we get out of town."
"Which wouldn't be long if we had hosses like him, eh?"
"I'll give you a note to Murphy. He'll send your horse back to Usher and let you take a fresh horse when you start for the Concho. Take it easy, and don't talk."
"All right, boss. But I was thinkin'—"
"What?"
"Well, it's men like me and you that puts things through. It takes a man with sand to go around this country gettin' pinched and thrun and burnt up and bein' arrested every time he goes to spit. Folks'll be sayin' that there Sundown gent is a brave man—me! Never shot nobody and dependin' on his nerve, every time. They's nothin' like havin' a bad repetation."
"Nothing like it," assented Corliss, smiling. "Well, here's your road. Keep straight on till you cross the river. Then take the right fork and stick to it, and you'll ride right into Murphy's. He'll fix you up, all right."
"Did you think in this note to tell him to give me a hoss that only travels one way to onct?" queried Sundown.